Ronnie - In Memoriam

Many of you know of my cat, Ronnie. I have mentioned him from time to time in my books, most recently in Mastering Thought. Well, I am very sad to say that Ronnie seems to have left us. He went out early one morning and never came back. We can only speculate, but we feel that he probably was killed by the coyotes that frequent our rural neighborhood.

It is hard to be sad for too long when I think back on what a blessing this little gray fur-ball was to me. I remember when I brought him home for the first time as a kitten. It was about an hour’s drive. His brother, Gorbie, went to the back of the carrier, curled up and went to sleep. Meanwhile, Ronnie did his best to press himself through the wire mesh. He was curious, adventuresome, and he always assumed the best intentions from those he approached.

I was his person. He slept with me, snuggled me, and helped me with the computer. He was a talker. I always knew what he wanted or was trying to communicate. He was a very human oriented and affectionate cat. His love for me was absolutely unconditional. What a gift!

Ronnie is gone, but we still have Stripy, Gorbie, Stinky, and Rupert. We are all liter-mates. But I will forever miss that little gray kitty, my companion, my friend. But I will never lose the sense of honor I had to have such a creature in my life. Still, I fear my heart is broken.