we took him in as a stray, probably around a year old or so, and had him just under two years. actually, i had been looking forward to his september 'birthday' post. he was always a sickly thing, and i kind of knew he wouldn't have a long life, but it was still hard and i still wasn't ready. i still can't believe it.
he got sick really fast and we don't know why he died. i was a mess for a little while and now i'm more at peace, but this is the first time i've looked head on at a picture of him and it's kind of hard to swallow. it really broke my heart.