Old friend, long departed.

Sam came down from his bed tonight bereft and in tears. Trying to get to sleep, he had for some reason suddenly come to remember Loki, the tabby kitten that adored him when he was a toddler. Loki was the happiest cat we have ever had(and we've been blessed with a lot of feline furballs). During the (sadly too short), two lovely years we had Loki, he followed Sam everywhere, even letting him crawl over him without complaint. Here's a snapshot in time of a typical pose, what i remember to be a daily event way back then, over 10 years ago now, curled up together. Poor Sam, sensitive wee soul. A long bosie, a look through old photos, a blow of the nose and a cold cloth to wipe away the tears and he's back snuggled up in bed, reading a good book.