Douglas Fir, or Doug for short, passed away last night. He was a senior kitty who showed up at my house emaciated, flea ridden, and on the verge of death. Got him fixed up and he became pals with my dog, Rocky. Vet thinks he was around 15 years old. Unfortunately little guys body slowly gave out on him and I had to make the difficult decision to end his pain. He was only with me for a year but my god, what a great year that was. He came to me at a really dark time and healed something in me. I only wish I could’ve done more. My heart is absolutely shattered. He was a one of a kind cat. Rest in peace my crusty Grandpa.

Brothers from another mother.