To Meow...

 

What greater gift than the love of a cat.

-Charles Dickens

His official name was Romeo because he was so loving and sweet. When I met him in the adoption area in Petsmart I had my crazy Jack Russel terrier with me. I needed a cat that would be okay with him. The moment they put Romeo next to Dash, he rubbed up against him. I knew I'd found a very special cat.

Through the years he accepted many more dogs and always persuaded them that he was meant to be top "dog".  You could basically do anything to him and, never once, in his 21 years, did he scratch or retaliate. 

His name morphed into Meow because he was a great conversationalist. As he aged he even expanded his vocabulary and often had us in laughter. He knew what other pets were family and never tried to eat them, namely the several guinea pigs we had and a bird we rescued, even though he was an avid and accomplished hunter. 

He was my constant companion through early marriage, infertility, adoption, birth, miscarriage's and moving. He was fiercely loyal to us and even though he became an indoor/outdoor cat in his mid to later years, he never strayed far or was gone long. We were his. 

Only eternity will ever be long enough. As I glimpse back over the past 20 years with him they all seem but a moment. 

"You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure."  -Psalm 39:5

"For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently."  -Romans 8: 19, 25

My hope rests firmly in knowing that one day all will be set right. The pain we endure here will be nothing. And I'll hear my sweet RoMeow welcoming me home.