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| CORBIN 10/2/2014 - 2/23/2022 |
He came to me as a foster, and stayed. We parted after far too short a time. Easy to see why he never made it to the track. His version of back-yard zoomies was to wind up like a cartoon character, then take off gamboling about like a baby horse, my Prince of Dorks. Frequently quiet and subdued, but then would play-bow in the living room, all googly-eyed, and play hide and seek with me amongst the furniture. Through the camera it seemed I could see the soul within, and it appeared to me as though he were an old soul, in a way not readily apparent in the fluidity of everyday observation. He rarely insisted on physical affection. But, resting easily together up on the couch he and I, he would occasionally lay his head against my chest, and it felt to me like a validation of my entire existence.
When Corbin came into my life, he was shy and reserved, and gentle, and sweet. I watched him grow and blossom past the shyness, and as he gained confidence and came into his own, he remained the sweetest boy ever. The one song I always thought captured his spirit was "Gabriel's Oboe". He not only brought me immeasurable joy, but brought a smile to the face of everyone who met him.
He was my Gentle Boo, and I loved him more than I ever imagined possible.
