For those that knew and loved him, or even those only knew him through my stories of him: The Phooka, unable to carry on with cancer and sudden onset of kidney failure, died this morning.
He was more well-traveled than you.
He thought eating leaves was awesome.
He was always available for a hug.
He was water resistant and had limited flying abilities.
I don't know how I'm supposed to get to sleep at night now, without him tucking me in.