I found him as a small orphan under a wood pile. His mama moved his litter mates and could not come back for him. He traveled from Florida to Oklahoma and now over the rainbow bridge. This morning my poor old fellow Lee lost his battle. He was 17. He was diagnosed in August and had been OTJ since September thanks to all of you here. When we got up this morning he had had a major stroke and had lost function. We knew after the mini stroke he had last week that his time was coming but it is always a shock when it does. John was with me and helped me through it and it is a comfort to know that we were with him when he passed. Thank you to all of you, blessings of Bast on you and yours.