Apollo had a regal manner to him. He was always a gentleman and had a handsome appearance. He was relaxed and would stretch out on the floor and invite anyone to join him. He literally was a coool cat. I think he was part Jamaican because his attitude was "Don't worry, be happy."



My college roommate was going through vet school when she saw him in the adoption room. She noticed his great attitude, and said "You have to take him!" The adoption agent almost didn't let me keep him, because I didn't want to let him sleep on my head. But I fought for him, because I trusted my roommate's judgement. After years of love and great times, I'm so glad I did.



He loved good people, and knew who was. He comforted me whenever I was sad. He was my best friend for 14 years, from my divorce on, for all of my 30s. I couldn't have asked for a better companion.



He had a love/hate thing with water. From day one he stood on the edge of the shower outside the curtain and watched the water fall. He would love to play with the droplets from the faucet in the tub. I have lots of tub photos.



At the end, he was a brave soul. He endured a lot due to kidney disease and our homelessness. He was amazing. Such a good soul. He deserves better the next time around. He deserves a promotion. He deserves to eat liver and watch birds and whatever else he wants.



Sweetie you are already missed. I will love you always.