Goodbye, my scruffy friend
Around 6:30 PM, Yoda passed away.
When we knew it was close, we wrapped him up in a towel and took him outside one last time (he LOVED to squirt out the door and escape for the day), then sat with him on the couch as he drifted away.
Love you, you crazy headbutting bastard. May the door always be open a crack where you now roam.
When we knew it was close, we wrapped him up in a towel and took him outside one last time (he LOVED to squirt out the door and escape for the day), then sat with him on the couch as he drifted away.
Love you, you crazy headbutting bastard. May the door always be open a crack where you now roam.