I lost the wise old man of my household when Thomas died early Wednesday afternoon. I can’t be sure of how old he was when he came to live with me in 2011, but he was around 17 years old by the time of his death.
Thomas spent most of his life as a very unfriendly cat who didn’t even trust the man who fed him every day for years. That distrust was a reflection of his feral life on the street before he came to me. But the last nine months of his life were almost miraculous.
Since December 2022, Thomas changed a lot. For the first time in his life, he learned to play normal chase games with another cat. He finally would allow me to pick him up without clawing like a wildcat who thought his life was in danger. He even learned to voluntarily spend time with me — and he even learned to relax and purr when I rubbed him.
All these changes happened because Alex came to live with us in December.

We repeat what we fail to repair, so I keep re-learning old lessons
What if repairing my worst flaw meant losing my greatest power?
Nature made me like my mother, but my father tried to erase that
New Year’s resolutions don’t change anything until we change ourselves
Little girl’s happy ending reminds us not to be defined by tragedy
The Alien Observer: I’m not going to change — and you’re not, either
FRIDAY FUNNIES
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Henry, the tiny kitten who was dumped with a broken leg and a big heart
Each loss makes me feel grateful for the irreplaceable ones I love