Saturday, December 10, 2011

A Bit Picture Heavy...

It's been a little over a year since Oy passed. November 27, 2010.

This is the first picture I got of him, someone had found him and was trying to find a good home. They sent me this picture:

He met Hermia.
It was love at first sight.
So precious.
He started getting bigger

He liked harassing the dog.
Every night I would make a nest out of the fuzzy blanket and tuck him in. He would stay there until about 5 a.m., which was about when he would cry to go outside.
And he got bigger.
Very photogenic.
I don't think his canines ever stopped growing.
And so he grew up, big and strong, protector of the household.

1 comment:

  1. It's always so sad when a beloved pet dies...My cat of 18 years died some years ago. Didn't want to get a new one after her. But then two summers ago a little black cat just decided to move into my family's house. And when a cat want's to move in you don't say no! So now she's living with us :) Did a post on her last week: