We finally found a great breeder in the Seattle area. He (Roger) was a year old, and was supposed to be a show-kitty. But his never-ending inquisitiveness and love of food led to an unfortunate incident between his tail and an oven door. So, he was being sold. Sight unseen, I knew I wanted him. I headed up north with my sister-in-law to pick up my kitty – already named Roger. When I arrived back home, my husband (who had a very bad cold and a lot of NyQuilTM in him) said simply, "there are two." I had come back with Roger's brother, Nathan!
Roger and Nathan were inseparable until Nathan's untimely passing at the age of 6. Roger and I persevered on, through the end of one marriage, multiple relationships, and now my current marriage. I have always said that Roger was my longest-lasting male companion. And he certainly knew it and always needed to "approve" of any of my friends or relationships.
I'm 42 now. Roger and I had nearly 18 wonderful years together. We both got older, and the years slowly began to show. In August, I made that fateful decision that every "mommy" dreads, and let him join the brother he loved so much at the Rainbow Bridge. This photo I've attached shows Roger in his prime, a gorgeous boy, just as wonderful as I had hoped all those years ago when I was scoping out cat shows. This is how I remember him when I think of him, and this photo serves as my desktop image, so that I see him every day. I miss him very much, but I count myself lucky to have been blessed with such a lovely boy as my companion.