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Most of you know me as a real dog guy. I love my shepherds and they love me. I also have a great appreciation for cats. Particularly one named Roy M. Quick. You will find out all about him on page 153 of Changing with Aging.
What makes Roy special?
He comes when I call him and often when I don’t. Roy is task-driven. He helps me shave each morning. He checks the temperature of the tap water and he paws my shaving cream to inspect its consistency.
Roy takes naps with me. He lies on my chest, puts a paw on each side of my face and matches the rate of his breathing to mine. And, in the mornings, I don’t need an alarm clock. At 5:30 a.m. sharp, Roy sticks his wet nose in my ear.
When I’m losing at chess, which is often, one swish of Roy’s tail sends pawns and knights flying off the board. I’m uncertain how Roy knows I’m losing, but the odds are in his favor.
Roy M. Quick reduces my blood pressure. He makes me smile. Roy listens to me on my bad days.
My recommendation: Find your Roy M. Quick.