In Memoriam

Spoetzl was almost 16 years old.  His spunky disposition and passionate attachment to Mommy made it especially hard to say good-bye today.

This weekend, we spoiled him rotten.  He ate crab last night, had catnip, got to play out on the porch, ate treats until I was afraid he'd be sick, played with all his favorite toys... and had to put up with Ally chasing him.  As you can see, even at 16 he could move pretty fast.