|Photo by Mary Ann Hogarth - professional photographer and Larry fan|
Larry was a walk up to our house umpteen years ago. I think he looked through the window and saw our extremely old cat Reba and thought "Ah. She will die soon and then I can be top cat." Little did he- or us for that mater- know that Reba the cat would live to the ripe old age of 26.
However, after hanging around for six weeks and us trying to find his previous family to no avail, we took Larry in. He was a great addition. Although to Reba the cat, he was the little brother she never wanted. Anyone else who met Larry liked him. "I don't even like cats, but Larry is kewl." We heard that often. He was a likable guy. He was a cuddler - and he and I cuddled often.
We had a long range plan. Close down land life, move aboard and live FULL time on s/v Honey Ryder. Larry would NOT do well aboard. He was a land based, low gravity, clumsy, de-clawed (by previous owners) cat. We didn't think it would be fair to him to drag him along on our adventures.
Luckily, Sarah came into Larry's life. She made it her task to help us find Larrybear a new home. First he was placed temporarily with her Aunt Helen and then with all time cat lover Allison.
We are SO grateful to Sarah, Aunt Helen and Allison for giving Larrybear a good home in his last days.
Thank you SO much to all of you.
I know this isn't sailing related but I just felt the need to post. Thanks for indulging me this non-sailing post.