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.