Nilsson and I lived together for nigh on 17 years. He came to me when he was just a kitten, weened a little too early from his mum. He was a gift from a regular customer at the shop I managed at the time. She brought him into the store and we bonded immediately. Driving home we tried out a few name choices. I figured I’d let him choose what he wanted to be called. I was plumping for Ponsonby, but the first and only name he would answer to was Nilsson. Which was fair, he looked like a Nilsson. So Nilsson he was.
We went through some good times and some bad times, but through it all Nilsson was a fine friend and a stalwart companion. We stuck by each other through some rough patches and a couple of dicey health scares (one for me and a couple for him). But through it all we looked out for each other.
