He drifted into our lives on a hot Texas day in April, on our 32 anniversary. He was sitting in a wire cage at on outside flea market along with his sister. I scooped him up, and the man who was giving the cats away warned me......"that one is a diablo".... smiling as he spoke those words.
I brought him home and named him Taboo.
He was tired and weak and slept all night..........but the next morning, that man's words ran through my mind as a small black fur ball latched onto my wrist and would not let go..........
He was full of spunk and aggression, his claws and teeth sharper than a Texas cactus
He had no fear. He was brave, curious, and very mischievous ..........and lovable and sweet.
For 10 years, no matter where I was, that is where he wanted to be.
He was my shadow, my source of laughter,
my sweet companion, ...........my angel.
On this beautiful balmy Autumn day,
I held him close on the vet's table and within seconds, this beautiful creature with such a strong spirit, drifted out of our lives........ his head gently lying down.....he was gone.
How my heart will miss this bright eyed angel.
