We adopted JD from a shelter when he was already 7 years old, fallout from a divorce. But he adapted to our household easily and in a flash was part of the family. He was a wonderful cat and was my constant companion anytime I was at home. He slept beside me or on top of me every night (depending on the season), followed me around in the mornings as I got ready for work, and would be waiting for us every evening when we came home. If I went outside, JD went outside; if I was working in the kitchen, JD would be in the kitchen; if I was sitting in the den working on my laptop or watching TV, JD would be in my lap. The ritual during the fine weather of the spring and summer months was for JD to demand that I take him for a walk through the gardens so he could sharpen his claws on the bitternut hickory, the red maple, the linden, and two black walnut trees in the yard. If I lagged behind him too much before taking the steps down into the secret garden, he would meow insistently until I caught up with him. From there we would go to the catnip, then the lilies and jack-in-the-pulpit, next stop in the wildflower garden, then around the front of the house with the cone flowers to the daffodils, coreopsis, aesclepius, and liatris in the side garden before finally coming back to our starting point at the back door. I think the garden is where I will miss him most.
Below are some of my favorite photos of JD and I have added a new slide show with even more photos to the right of this post.
JD poses under the lamp.
Max and JD in the daffodils.
In the lily garden.
JD and Max on the path in the secret garden.
A warm spot in the sunroom.
Feeling the spring breeze.
JD with the large jack-in-the-pulpit.
JD in the wildflower garden next to what is now his last resting place.
Sharpening his claws on the black walnut tree.
JD in the catnip patch.
JD in his last days.
JD sniffing the flower I am photograping.
JD catching up to me as I take photographs in the wildflower garden.
JD, waiting just ahead for me.