He would go for walks with us, following along to keep us company. We always knew when he was near because his nails would click on the floor – he didn’t retract them as most cats do. He was part of our daily lives for over twelve years. He was more a dog in a cat suit than a cat.

After a good life and a few months of medical adventures, his body stopped working. We did the hard right thing, letting him go rather than let him live in pain. The tears we cry now are a sure sign of the love and grace Taylor brought into our lives.