Editrix’s note: nothing I could possibly write could add to the beauty of this update. Special thanks to Tabby’s Place volunteer/adopter/extraordinary human bean Karin, Boots‘ longtime Special Needs correspondent, for penning this triumphant farewell. — A.H.
Those of us who know Boots well always had a hard time believing that he hadn’t been adopted yet. What a magnificent cat he is (and I’m sure many of us secretly wished we could be the one to take him home). Our darling boy’s dearest love, however, is not a new love. Like us, she has held Boots in her heart for a long time, just waiting for the right time to make her home his. It’s a sweet story.
Mrs. Boots (as we’ll call her) came to visit Tabby’s Place over a year ago and knew Boots was special from the moment he first claimed her lap. She couldn’t offer him a home at the time, but he was never far from her thoughts. Finally, the time was right, and Boots is now settling in to his forever home with her as I write.
As soon as I heard the news, I stopped in to see Boots for a farewell lap session. He was happy to oblige, which is no surprise, and he shared head bonks and purrs, as is his wont.
I left covered in Boots fur and choking back tears. I am so thrilled for him…and I am going to miss him terribly. He has one lucky mama, doesn’t he? And she knows just how lucky she is, too, which makes it even better.
Boots has never been short on friends, or on words, and naturally, he has a message he’d like to pass along to you, Boots Rosenberg’s Favorite People. From Thoreau’s poem “Friendship”:
And each may other help, and service do,
Drawing Love’s bands more tight,
Service he ne’er shall rue
While one and one make two,
And two are one;
In such case only doth man fully prove
Fully as man can do,
What power there is in Love
His inmost soul to move
Above they barely touch, but undermined
Down to their deepest source,
Admiring you shall find
Their roots are intertwined
You loved and supported our sweet boy for all these years, waiting for just this moment… If you find yourself singing a holiday song that somehow becomes an ode to delicious fish, or reciting a poem about putting a beatdown on another cat, or maybe considering the awesome gift of friendship, well, it’s our feisty boy’s voice you hear. He’s left his mark on each of us – and we are all the better for it. And now he gets to revel in the forever love of his Very Best Person. How wonderful. Thank you, friends.