Rambler showed up as a feral Tom in 2011. I soon had him coming to us for chow, and he learned to come running when we called his name. It took a year before we were able to touch him. He had a heated hut on the porch that later became the home of Lightning. We eventually caught him and took him to the vet for vaccinations and neutering. These photos are from 2012, and he has been a fine pet all these years. We figure he was sixteen years old, and his health failed recently. I buried this old friend today. Susan and I are not taking in any cats now. They would outlive us, and I don't want someone turning pets out of the house when we go toes up. Same with our dogs. We aren't getting any puppies! We are enjoying our old dogs and the fosters that go through our hands. Seeing a homeless dog go to a great new home is a joy and we plan to keep on doing that while we have good health.
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