Luther

This is our youngest, Luther. He is attached to me with velcro! If I am at the house, he is with me. If I am on the computer, he is laying on my arm. If I am on the sofa, he is on my lap. No matter where I am or what I am doing, he is with me.

When I go to bed at night Luther is right there. I can count on one hand the number of times he has not gone to bed with me in the nine years we have had him. He follows me to bed, climbs on my chest, nuzzles his nose in my beard, and then proceeds to lie on my chest for 10-15 minutes before retiring to the foot of the bed, every single night.

When I walk through the kitchen he will jump on the counter and follow me as I walk across the room. If I don't acknowledge him, he will nip at my arm until I do!

My wife claims he is so attached because some of my mother's spirit is in Luther. We got him just a couple of days after mom died, so she may be right. I know he is the definition of unequivocal love.