a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
What Ethel and I remember the most about Leo is a day at the hospital in Poughkeepsie, New York when Kevin was struggling to even move. The nurses at the hospital moved him downstairs in a wheelchair, and Leo, a cat he’d rescued who had hid in his car’s engine on a cold day, was there. Leo curled up next to Kevin as if he knew how ill his young rescuer was, and Kevin’s whole demeanor lost some of its pallor and, for a brief moment in time, the world seemed brighter than it had just a few moments before.
4 responses to “Leo”
For the love of a furry friend.
This is a good memory that exists inside a lot of difficult memories, Linda. Leo was a hero. It is amazing what animals do for humans.
It is! Also, in many cases, what people can do for animals.
How are you both?Tell us about the fires and the drought this summer. Do you have enough water? Wisconsin has had little rain in 3 months. Love Ethel