Less than one year ago we adopted a cat from the No Kill LA event held yearly. Kitty was named Sultan when we took him home but that wasn't going to last. We decided on the name"Kitty". Not very imaginative, but it worked.
He was a "outside" cat, meaning he liked to live life to the fullest. All my prior cats were the indoor variety - so when Kitty made up his mind to live both outside and inside, well, it took some adjustment. But it made him happier so we all went along with it.
All the neighbors knew him. Kitty liked to follow people around, and he was friendly. Whenever me or the kids went for a walk, Kitty went with us. Once my dear friend Debbie and I walked to a Shabbat party a few streets away and Kitty came with us. We stayed for an hour and when we left, walking home, Kitty jumped out of a bush where he was waiting for us and walked us home.
People would see Kitty and I on the street and stop to ask if he was my cat. They would then tell about their adventures with him. It's no exaggeration to say that he was loved by everyone.
So imagine my shock when I learned today, that while walking my children to shul, Kitty was chased into the street by a neighbor's dog and got hit by a car. He died in front of my children, who brought his body home and then went to shul to join me. They waited to tell me until it was time to go home.
We've had Kitty for less than a year, but he has had a tremendous impact on our lives. We loved him, and we showed it. Although he roamed the neighborhood, he came home to us. Everyday. Several times a day.
Rest in peace Kitty. We will love you always.