Bolt
Only a glorious boy would climb onto the roof of your house to taunt other accomplices. And such was Bolt, who decided he loved me after I stopped a couple of boys from throwing sticks at him.
He’d wait by his house to greet me on my walk home from work. And once when I had an ailment that kept me too fatigued to stop, he decided that to hell with it! He’d just stay at my house and would take whatever loving and attention I had the energy to give. It was always enough for him.
He’s gone now. I was honored to be there for him when he took his last breath, sending him Home with only a fraction of the love that he always gave me.
I’ll miss my buddy, Bolt. He was a fine cat, a great boyfriend, as loving and funny a guy as anyone would want.
Wait for me, my dear sweet Accomplice.