Soon after I hit publish on the last entry about Toby, I received a text message from Anonymous saying that Toby was doing well. "Apparently he has a bff now and only likes to sleep on the bed," she wrote.
See, Toby's new owner is Anonymous' brother's girlfriend's cousin (follow?) so at least there's some distant connection there. I'd called last month to check in on how he'd been adjusting, but hadn't heard back...until last night when a picture message of the little black furball arrived on my phone, tongue hanging out as always. I learned that he was very happy and spoiled and that he was helping his new owner get through a difficult health issue.
That sounds about right. Toby's like a hairy little therapist and I'm glad that in some way he's helping someone else cope with life's obstacles the way he helped me. And for that he totally deserves being pampered, cuddled with and spoiled to pieces.