Gary

Gary was silly, foolish, idiotic – and perfect. There will never, ever be another one like him. He rushed to greet us (and visitors) when we would come in the door. He stood guard outside the shower every morning, in case I were to be attacked by ninjas. And he was forever by my side each day as I worked from home; annoying me, frequently, with his aggressive unconditional love, that I now miss very much.
Gary and his littermate, Molly, were adopted at 8-weeks old, from the Pawmetto Lifeline, shortly after we moved to South Carolina, 9 years ago. They were exactly what Alex and Hannah needed to ease the transition of moving to a new place. I didn’t want to adopt Gary. I only agreed to one cat. But Alex insisted, so I gave in. I’m really thankful that I did.
When Adair and Meg came into our family, they fell in love with the fool, just like the rest of us. He has provided countless hours of entertainment with his antics – and countless hours of comfort for Meg, as she struggled with the effects of chemotherapy. I snapped a photo that I’ll include in this post, that she never even knew I took.
That was Gary. Equal parts crazy – and loving. The body of a cat, but the heart and mannerisms of a dog. He leaves behind his best friend, Opie; his sister, Molly; and, as Meg so eloquently put it today, “an idiot-sized hole in all of our hearts.”
You were deeply loved, Gary. Our home – and hearts – will never be the same. 💔