We had a knock at the door from a man who lives on the next street over, gently reporting that he had found our dear Spencer in the corner of his yard, with a bobcat standing over him.
Spencer's days of longing to be outside had caught up to him, though I'll never forgive myself for being the one to have let him out the final time.
Stace and John, our neighbor who loved Spence as well, went back and brought him home in a box so we could give him a proper burial.He was the best friend a little girl could ask for, and Violet loved him so. She slept with him every night for so many years, and we'd all dreaded the day that would come to an end. But we thought it would be several years away still.
Spence and Seb were 12, going on 13. Spencer still seemed young enough, jogging everywhere he went.
So many good memories - we all loved Spencer. He knew what he wanted, meowed to get it. He liked being in and out of the house all day long, and in and out of the garage to eat his "garage food," as we've had Seb on weight-control food inside.
He was quite a puzzle helper.
Violet took this in the spring.























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