Herman came to our home on Easter Sunday 1988 because someone didn’t want him anymore and threw him out the back window of a station wagon at 55 MPH onto the freeway. Oh what they missed out on! Herman was a big orange and white bundle of love who taught us the value of trust and loyalty. My oldest daughter, Rachel, was his buddy and when she moved to Florida, he went with. When she came back to Minnesota, he again took up residence on his favorite red couch and though the years took their toll on his old bones, he never lost his happy yowl nor his good nature. The vet guessed that he was between 6-10 years old when he came to us so he had a long and happy life until his body gave out.
I know he is sunning himself on the stones right over the rainbow bridge watching all the young’uns playing and patiently watching for his “girls”, Rachel and Anne to come over that bridge someday to see him again. Rest well, my sweet old kitty and enjoy the eternal sunshine and warmth in God’s garden.