Harry was always waiting for you on the kitchen terrace. Weaving between your legs with a straight tail and a slight curl at its end was a sign of his fondness for you. Friends, staff, volunteers, and children couldn’t resist Harry’s meowing. He would always be by your side to help in the garden, but he expected rubs and hugs first. A keen eye, great hearing, and a strong sense of smell kept Harry in tune with his surroundings.
We lost our dear cat, Harry. He was a strong & brave guardian of the Gardens and worthy of being its mascot. But more importantly, he was an unending source of love, a daily inspiration, and a living being with a heart of gold.
Post, photo, and video by Josh Johnston
Grounds Caretaker of the Virginia Robinson Gardens