Kirby
Sadly I must tell you that my buddy Kirby crossed over Ranbow Bridge Wednesday evening.   His health had started to deteriorate over the summer and his eyesight and hearing started to go on him as well but I took care of him as best I could until then.  I think you said he was about 7 or 8 years old when I adopted him so that would make him about 13 so maybe old age had just caught up to him.    The poor little guy didn't have a very good start after being abandoned and later be adopted and brought back because he didn't fit in.   In fact you had told me you didn't think we were a good match but it turned out that we were.   He had his own couch, was allowed up on the furniture and slept in bed with me every night instead of a cage or crate.  He went everywhere with me that I could take him and got a car ride everyday.   I'd like to think the last 5 years of his life was a little better than the first seven.