This was his home when we pulled him and nine other suffering senior kitties from this outdoor, poorly protected enclosure. His  preference leaned to napping on the front porch or in the heated cat beds in the carport. Occasionally, he would enter into the larger cat enclosure to be with some of his brothers- but would start yelling at me to let him back out after about an hour.

Recently, he started to lose an incredible amount of weight and so off to the vet he went. The test results were not good- pointing towards an aggressive cancer in his intestine. Although, he was still eating, was still upright and tolerated being touched from time-to-time, we are not a fan here of waiting until the cat really begins to suffer and opted to put him down. At the time of his death, his pelvic bones were highly pronounced, his ribs were sticking out but he purred his way to the Bridge to join the 8 who traveled there before him.

Of the eight- two are left- Blake with the mushroom ears who was recently returned from an adoptive home of a year, and Bones, a black kitty now going blind, also outside and right now wondering where in the world his brother Sawyer got to this time.

Bye Sawyer- thank you for being our porch protector and the first cat we would see as we pulled into the carport to park. I will miss your graying face.