Kevin, Amy, Lily, and Forrest's cat, Rocky, died Friday. He had cancer and died
quietly. Today we buried him in the back yard beside Sam. He had just recently became an outside cat and he loved it. In fact, he actually became a friendly cat once he moved outside. Before he moved outside the only time he would visit me was when Kev and Amy were out of town. It was as if he knew I was the one with the food, so he was going to treat me kindly.
He did love the last few weeks before he died. He would come up to me and rub his little body along my legs and purr. One time I could not find him and was concerned he had drifted off. I called him several times. No Rocky. Finally I heard this soft meow. He had been hiding in the shade under the grill cover. I laughed at how he tricked me.
We buried him with his feeding bowl, and Lily and Forrest laid flowers on his grave.
He and Sam are together again...