This guy wandered into my backyard 9.5 years ago. I caught him, brought him inside, and he never left. He was the only pet I ever had who wasn’t a family pet or a roommate’s or a girlfriend’s. He was just mine.
Living with him was kind of like living with Jack Black in a 1990s movie: He was a floppy, funny, sweet, charming, big jerk who ate all my food and pooed everywhere.
I’m going to miss you a lot, buddy.














