Today has been a rough one for Gaby. She hasn't been ill in such a very long time and now she has both external and internal ear infections. She is so little but the pain is so big...so much so that all she wants are her mommy, daddy and her buddy.
Her buddy rarely leaves her side on a normal day. If she cries, he comes running. If she's laughing, chances are, he is the cause, and if not the cause he can't wait to get into the middle of whatever it is that's making her giggle. Her buddy always sneaks in for one last hug goodnight and if he was allowed, he'd sleep as close as he could to her.
Since the day we brought him home his chosen person was always her. Whether it was mischief or merry making, these two would always be at the scene of the crime. I think it was a sign, the first time we went to the farm where he was born, we walked into the breeder's kitten room and Gaby sat down and he came to her immediately...
Since that day, these two have been thick as theives. Her buddy doesn't even mind being subjected to hours upon hours of children's programming or endless viewings of The Sound of Music and Mama Mia!
Late this afternoon as she lay back against the pillow and comforter that I had draped over the sofa, she whimpered and as the tears fell down her petal-pink cheeks I heard the familiar soft footfalls across the hardwood floor. A moment later he was rubbing himself against my shins and looking at me as if to tell me he was on duty now and all would be well with his precious princess.
In a single beautiful leap of white, ivory, and cocoa fur, and bushy deep mocha colored tail, he was at her side.
No more is he the kitten he was a little more than a year ago when he first joined our family. But his bond with her is stronger than ever. I think he'd even chase away her bad dreams if he could. Geronimo is her buddy, her best friend, and her comfort when she's not feeling her best. I wouldn't have it any other way.
