My son loves our cat Jules. He loves him like crazy and considers him his friend. The cat is the first thing that my son asks for when he gets home. My son talks to the cat, he’s even been known to show him pictures and books and read to him. It’s really sweet to see. See, my son doesn’t really have friends in the sense that many kids do. He has some friends in school, but there is noone in the neighborhood. Noone is beating down the door to play with the boy who has Down syndrome. It sucks, but that’s the way it is. Anyway. Yesterday I went out to meet the bus as usual. I found my son looking upset and like he’d been crying. The bus driver wasn’t sure what was wrong, he said that my son had just gotten upset. My son got off the bus and I tried to discover what was bothering him, which is not the easiest feat in the world at times since his verbal skills are limited. I made no progress at all, which saddened me because I hate to see him upset like that. So we go into the house. Upon entering the house the first thing he did was look for Jules the cat, who he found quickly. When he saw Jules he threw his arms around the cat and proceeded to sob.
Then my son picked his head up and told the cat something.
Then he realized that from crying his nose had run and the discharge (ok, the snot) had gotten on the cat. At which point he told the cat he was sorry and that he loved him.
This cat is seriously awesome. We’ve known it for some time. I hope he lives a long, long life.
pat. marsden
Friday 30th of March 2012
Chris loves animals. When he could, he always played with Roxier. The two were quite a pair.