Clingy was a wonderful gentleman with a capital G! An all-black panther with the most yellow healing and sweet eyes. One look from him was enough to make you feel better. He got his name from his habit of always being “glued” to me. He couldn’t get enough of caresses and no amount of hugs were enough for my beloved Clingy. In his youth, he had epic fights with the other male cat of the group. He was always happy and grateful for every day. Even when he grew up and got sick, he greeted me every day with the same joy in his walk, with his purring shaking his old body frame. Clingy left as quietly as he lived, having completed about 15 years of life. In one evening, with respect and dignity. He taught me that the only person responsible for our mood every day is ourselves. I know that he smiles at me every day, wherever he is. And I hope he is somewhere wonderful.