Toby adopted my parents five or six years ago. Technically he lived next door, but when his owners also bought a puppy (named Elvis), Toby made his displeasure known and spent more and more time at my parents' place. He was always there early in the morning, before they went to work, and waited for them to get back, no matter how late. He got to meet Harry, although he was not pleased about this infrequent intruder. Eventually he tolerated being inside the same house with Harry, although never in the same room.
Toby will be missed. Harry didn't mind having cat food ready for him (or so he thought) every time we visited. I'm sure he will miss that. He will just have to go and bark at Elvis (through the fence, while Elvis stands there and wags his tail on the other side) on an empty stomach from now on.
So long, Toby. We'll miss you...
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