Wagner, touched our lives in many ways. He was a force to be reckoned with. He used to be the “bully” of the neighborhood, but had a soft side. Years ago a baby squirrel fell out of the tree to our front walkway and when I came home he was guarding it for safety.
He was me and my husband’s “baby”…always the foodie, right up until the day he died. Even though he was sick, he would purr right before he knew he was going to be fed.
We love you baby and know you are no longer suffering from your mast cell. We hope you have found the happy hunting ground you so deserve.
|July 23, 2018|