In the midst of all this cancer turmoil, the nausea, the driving back and forth to MDA, our old cat, Hector, lost his footing. He was 20 years old, picked out by the girls at the SPCA in
He didn’t mind riding in the truck, liked to look out the window and seemed to like traveling in the fifth wheel and seemed to really enjoy cutting huge farts at night that could drive Verva and me all the way out of the trailer.
We’ll miss him as we miss all our lost animals. He was a good cat.