Mitts

Named Mitts, because of the extra toes on all paws, was a stray. He was so scared of people & I found him when he was near death from a wound on the side of his head, very close to his eye. After many trips to Vets & a few days stay, he was fit enough to be neutered. I was told I would never tame him & he became the biggest baby of them all. He trusted me & would listen to what he was told like he understood. Three times I went away, he left too , once for a week & I found him about a mile from home ,hiding,next he was gone for 2 weeks but came home on his own ,third time he was gone for 40 days & was a mess when he came home.I searched everywhere each time he left,I think last time he was trapped somewhere,as he had a broken paw that had started to heal wrong plus a deep wound under his front leg. After that I didn't go anywhere (overnight) that I couldn't take him, he just wanted to be with me. He was in his late teens when he passed away at home (I was told from old age) but I think the wounds & life he had before were a factor, plus the last time he was gone took a lot out of him.

"These things are great to play with!"

"I think this bow is a little large for me."

Such a lovable guy!

I am not so old! I can't still catch the yarn!

Mitts in his later years.
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