I was sad to hear of Mickey Rooney's passing; I had a soft spot in my heart for him. I named my first cat Rooney. She and I truly grew up together: I was 23 when she came into my life and 44 when she left it. She was my shadow, my port in the storm, my girl crush. Her affable disposition remained intact even when my son arrived and made scary noises and moved quickly and unexpectedly.
When Mickey arrived several years later there was no question what her name would be. Mickey was skittish and even scared herself when she looked in a mirror. Rooney and Mickey were good companions, often sleeping together and they agreed on just about everything. ;o)
In her gentle, unassuming way, Rooney quietly had a stroke and soon after died in my arms @ the ripe old age of 21 (101 in cat years). Mickey, missing her longtime friend died a couple years later @ 19 (93 in cat years; same age as her namesake, Mickey Rooney).
Mickey Rooney was part of a golden era that is close to disappearing. And with his passing I am acutely reminded of an era in my life and of the two dear felines who were a part of it. RIP Mickey Rooney.