Norwegian Forest Cats
Cody was a true forest cat. He is the epitome of everything I think about when I think of the forest. A breed in and of himself and a feline unlike any other. A majestic soul, more like a lion than a simple cat. A cat who cannot be tamed but loves unconditionally at his own choosing to those who are deserving of his affection.
I remember his nose, covered with freckles and bug bites. But Cody never cared. No true forest cat would. He was the master of his domain. I especially remember him lying at the side of the garage under his own personal shelter, maybe coming when I called, maybe not. My heart always coveted the joy of Cody's attention. I can still hear his voice, the only cat I've ever known with a true tenor, his calls preceding his presence by several beats of anxious anticipation before he would emerge from the tall grass and saunter over the lawn, telling of his adventures.
Cody, I love you. There will never be another cat like you.
Sleep well, sweet prince of the forest.
Until we meet again.