This is an old picture of Odin, when he was called Homer, taken by his owners years ago. Back then, he still had his left eye intact and he didn't have visible scars. His fur was very black too, no sign of grey or of the strange bit of fiery red I could see sometimes on him. Not on this picture anyway. When I first met him, he was more worn out and did not look as healthy. Then with lots of feeding and TLC, he looked much better. You can sill see it is Odin thought, with his defiant attitude underneath the Christmas, when he seems to have done a bit of a massacre of some of the decorations. This is the feline friend I knew and love.
I am blogging about Odin again because I thought a lot about him recently. I associate Christmas with Vikings and Viking mythology, so it was natural, but looking at this picture it struck me that it is something I wanted to experience with him, to spend Christmastime in company not only of a cat, but this cat. It was in fact, the thing I was looking forward the most at Christmas. During the weeks prior to his tragic death, Odin really helped me get through those dreary November days and nights, his presence and his attitude brought me lots of happiness. I was so looking forward to spend time with him, take a few pics of him by the Christmas tree, or in the snow if there was going to be any. No snow came this year, but Odin is gone anyway. And he was really all I wanted for Christmas this year. So I look at this picture and I feel very sad, but I cannot help looking at it.
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