Cotton

Our cat Cotton turned 17 years old today. This photo from a couple weeks ago and here’s a photo from when he was young

26/08/07 – bon voyage my little friend …. headed to the rainbow bridge with the same spirit you brought to us. Fierce, independent, kind, curious, persistent, and calm. Always a survivor until the end with your eyes, ears, with organs failing. You learned how to be blind, you learned how to be comfortable and make a home. We saw you leap off the roof of that car going down the road and we know you had to fight your grumpy ass brother. You’ve lived with the dogs, horses, chickens and explored the wilds. You survived when we ran over you with the car and you took on the two pit bulls. Even when you got stuck under a house for two weeks without food and water in the heat of summer, you came back as persistent as ever. But your time here was good – the cuddles, nudges, and playfulness came through loud and clear that we were friends and that you were good. I will miss you and remember you fondly.