Leo Konopka

Farwell my sweet Leo… 

Our time together has ended, and you went over the rainbow bridge tonight, and your best friend, Rocky was waiting to greet you.  I’m happy you are together again. The house seems very empty now.

March 14, 2002 we met after I found you on  a flyer on the board at American Greetings. A man named Neal found you on the streets and rescued you, and fixed you up.  He said you were one of the great ones, and he was right.  You were with me though some pretty tough times and then we added Rocky to our home and you two slowly became friends. You were funny and quirky, humping my leg in the morning to wake me up, When that became boring you’d wait till bedtime and drag your blanket around making crazy sounds and humping that. Ha!  You enjoyed sunbeams and taking a supervised stroll around the yard, until You and your buddy tag teamed and figured out how to escape out the sliding door for grass eating fests. You were quite the acrobat when it came to the laser pointer, even in your golden years

 I will miss your purring and curious nature, tapping on my leg for some of my breakfast. You always had to be near me. Even in the bathroom.  Both of you, the cat petting chair as it was known.  As you reached your golden years you quieted down, you two loved your heated cat bed.  There were 3 am cheese corn parties and plates to lick.  Sitting on the dishwasher door was a favorite pastime.  Or jumping from one counter to the next to see what Bob and I might have forgotten to lock in the cat safe- aka the microwave. The frying pan from the bacon was the holy grail.  You lost your hearing but somehow we still communicated.  Your best friend Rocky crossed the rainbow bridge a few months back, and you missed him terribly.  I think You found solace in sitting on my lap or Doctor bobs… we spoiled you with magic food concoctions to help you with your aging aliments, but your time here was drawing to a close, no amount of love could help you anymore..21 years is pretty old for a kitty, but you wore it well, arthritic back leg and all.  I sobbed for the last three days, knowing our time together was short, and you were losing your spark.  It’s tough to say good bye to a friend of 20 years, but I know you are in a better place and back to being spry and healthy.  Say Hello to Rocky for me and give him a head butt.  So long, Mr. Leo, The Boy, Uncle Leo, my buddy… until we meet again.  I’ll bring the bacon and eggs, you can lick the frying pan. Love you always,  Cyndi