My Furry Buddy Taz

 

This is my pal Taz.  Taz was a feral rescue kitten who came into my life in December of 2007.   We lived together for more than 15 years.  Taz loved belly rubs, and I felt very blessed to have a pet that was trusting enough to make himself that vulnerable.  He loved to get up on our bed, and burrow down, under the covers, usually on Mary's side.  He lived an indoor life, and always seemed comfortable in the house.  On the few times that he got out, he was very cautious, and never strayed far from an open door.  He was bothered by the wind and rain, probably from the night his mom was run over.

We had to put him down yesterday.  He was losing weight, his sight was going, and he always looked confused.  The vet said that he had what looked like holes in his bones on his xrays.  As sad as it made me to make the call, I don't know how much more I could have stood watching him decline.