It's a sad day in our household. Our oldest fur baby was put down today because he was really ill and had an inoperable tumor in his intestines. Galahad would have been 11 years old on the 26th of this month. The runt of the litter who was born under our bed only a few months before his daddy and I were married. The little bundle of smokey gray fur full of black stripes turned into a handsome man dressed in his fancy tuxedo of deep black and brown.
You will be missed greatly Baby Boy!