Losing Goo has been my toughest loss since Jim died; the two of them were great buddies. Goo wasn't a warm and cuddly cat that craved attention and wanted to be stroked and held. He loved people on HIS terms, not theirs.
Despite that, he allowed Jim -- only Jim -- to cradle him upside down like a baby in the crook of Jim's arm. I have a photo of them napping together that way.
I really can't find words right now.
Despite that, he allowed Jim -- only Jim -- to cradle him upside down like a baby in the crook of Jim's arm. I have a photo of them napping together that way.
I really can't find words right now.