I can hardly believe that it has been 5 months today since our sweet little Roscoe went to the bridge. Some days it feels like he has been missing from our lives for years, while other days I swear I can still see him, just around the corner in our living room.
This photos makes me smile every time I look at it. Opus and Rosoce were on our bed, taking their usual afternoon nap when Roscoe's tail decided it was time to dance. Poor Opus's nose kept getting tickled by Roscoe's restless tail. Opus, deep into a kitty dream, didn't have the energy or desire to get up and move. So he stayed while Roscoe's tail danced across poor Opus's face. A couple of times, Opus reached out, eyes still closed, to swat at Roscoe's tail, but never managed to catch the thing.
It always warmed my heart to see the boys curled up together. Together from the moment their lives began, these litter mates were inseparable.
We will miss you forever sweet Roscoe and keep you alive in our hearts and in our memories...