Iron came to us on the first of February 2017 and made a huge impact on everyone. There was something about him, I can’t explain it.
He was the kind of cat that made you want to hug him as hard as you can and at the same time just sit in corner and watch him, just watch him, without disturbing his serenity.
All of us kept dreaming about him recovering and finding a home, without realizing that Iron was already home. The cushion in front of the window was where he wanted to be. One day before he died, he had already left us. He turned his back on everything and everyone, and stared at the other side with a wisdom of someone who has lived too many lives already.