Outside in the concrete jungle
We returned to Portland in 2010 coming full circle and Lou took it as a perfect opportunity to officially retire from his previous duties. For the first time ever he selfishly enjoyed life. He took long strolls around the neighborhood preferring to ignore the big grassy yard for a good roll on concrete. He stopped worrying about every noise and let go of investigating every detail. He gave up playing with toys and took on bags and boxes that became like dear friends in a way only a kitty can understand. He mellowed. A very uptight cat became a relaxed little old man.
Once back in the city my quiet, closed and sheltered life became filled with friendly visits from his "aunties" on a regular basis. He no longer maintained that tough, aggressive demeanor. He basked in the company and loved the attention. As my life became fuller I truly believe Lou sensed that he could leave me and I would be okay.
He began slowing down as medical issues piled on with diseases and side effects too long to list. Before too long he was a frail, weak shell of his former young, muscular body. But his core personality never changed. He maintained the same sparkle, the same independence, and the same dedication to me. He was a cat who belonged to one person. I am so fortunate that I got to be his one person.
My dear little Luchansky. I love you always.