Dopey

Today is quite the sad day for me. Upon our return from Gainesville and Tallahassee (respectively) I learned that my Dopey had passed away. I am not sure when or how but I do know that I miss him terribly. For those who do not know the story, Dopey was a stray that I got in 1995 when I was still in college. He came up to me one night when I was going to the library to study. I of course started talking to him, petting him and told him I had to leave but that if he was still near my apartment when I got back I would see about getting him something to eat. Of course he was not there when I got back later that night. However, the next morning he was outside of my window crying as loud as he could. Woke me up. The thing about this was that I originally saw him in the front of my apartment in the parking lot. My room was in the back of the apartment on the complete other side of the building. When I let him in my apartment he came right up to me, jumped up in my lap, curled up and went to sleep. He chose me to be his person and I was happy to take on the job. Dopey was spoiled to excess by my father and generally loved by all who met him. He was quite the cool cat. My house does not seem the same now that Dopey is not waiting by the front door when I come home or sitting on the side of my chair as I sit and type this. He was my protector and will be greatly missed.