Today's happiness -- My little man. Reynaldo is pressed right up against my right arm as I compose this post. He's 16 years old now, and I've had him since he was nearly as little as this year's happiness icon. Rey-Rey and I have been through a lot together, and even though we exasperate one another, we're partners ... buddies ... roommates.
His vision is failing and he sleeps more, and more soundly. The vet reassures me that he is doing just fine for a senior citizen (if he were human, he'd be approximately 80 years old). He enjoys playing with the girlcat, Connie, his appetite is healthy and oh! Is he ever affectionate!
But to borrow from Sir Paul in the song "Two of Us," Rey and I have memories longer than the road that stretches on ahead.
So I love it extra specially now, during covid19, that he takes such comfort in having me here with him all day. It touches my heart when I hear him call me back whenever I leave the apartment. (His meows carry all the way to the elevator.)
There are gifts to be found during this pandemic, and this tender time with Reynaldo is just one of them.
I love hearing about Rey!
ReplyDeleteAww...enjoy these days. I hate when pets get older.
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