Yesterday there was a sign on the post where he and his little tuxedo kitty would sit.
REST IN PEACE
JASON
12-28-19
The sign went on to say Shadow was safe and she was being taken care of. Shadow was Jason’s kitty. How he loved that little kitty.
I used to call Jason “kittyman” when speaking of him with my co-worker until I learned his name. Having kitties of my own, I would bring cat food for Shadow and give Jason whatever cash I could. He was not always there, often long days would pass before they would be back sitting on the street. Had he been sick? Or away, maybe with family or friends? As the weather grew colder and he was not there, I hoped he and Shadow had found some place warm to be.
Jason seemed a younger man, perhaps not yet 30? He was surprisingly tall when he would finally stand up. How did Jason and Shadow wind up on the street across from the Tower? Did his family know where he was? People would often stop to greet them and give them food. Not sure how many gave money. He more than once told me I was the only person in hours who stopped. I felt sad because I could only give a little.
Who wrote the note? Who had Shadow? Did his family know? I hoped Jason was not in pain or alone (but for Shadow) at the end. He deserved better. Now all the questions will go unanswered.
We were only acquaintances after all.