Unknown to March 30 2023
The little guy was a stray or abandoned 8-10 year old when he came to us, hiding in the carport. He wasn’t hunting, wasn’t grooming himself. Emaciated and timid, I thought at first he was feral. Just before he would surely have frozen, as the weather was turning in November, 2019, we took him to the vet for tests and vaccinations and then brought him inside. The transformation was amazing. He claimed my bed and my room, he claimed me, and was attached to me from that moment on. For 3½ years, Dobbie gave this grumpy old man his love and full devotion. He was so much a part of me, even after such a short time, that his passing has devastated me.
Dobbie, little guy, I have no idea what your life was like before you came to us – you had a home with humans who showed you love at some point in your life and lost it. You were devastated, but you took a chance on me and in doing so you brought this old man a great deal of love and companionship. I sincerely hope I gave you a few years of happiness. You are gone, little guy, but my love for you will live on asking as I do. I love you.
I will always hold Dobbie’s memory among those most precious to me. Such a short time he was with me, and yet such a profound effect his honest love has had on me. I can only hope I meant as much to him.
The bed is empty now, except for me. There is no one to call for me when I leave the room. Buddy wanders in, looking in vain for his friend, never to find him again. We will always miss little Dobbie.