After 17 years of devotion, we had to say goodbye to our dear Malory this morning. I knew it would be hard but I underestimated how grief-stricken I would be. Malory entered our lives during the summer of 1993 and captured the hearts of everyone who knew him. Even people who weren’t fond of cats liked Mal. He was more like a dog in many ways. He never played the usual coy cat games but would come when you called his name, no matter where he was. He loved to be held like a baby and was truly the most tolerant cat I’ve ever known.
The kids were 6 and 9 when Malory entered our lives as a stray. At first I only agreed to let them feed him on the front porch but before long he was in the house and we were wrapped around his little paw. I honestly can’t wrap my mind around the idea that he is no longer with us. He was a constant presence in our lives and will be greatly missed.