He would’ve been 22 this March. He was the fluffiest cat I’d ever seen, but still refused to let his inside back legs hair grow. He’d lick and lick for hours and unfortunately strip his hair on this legs, eyebrows and sometimes his wrists. He knew just how to wake us all up at 5 am, open doors (just like Turbo has learned) and he knew what he wanted always. He always wanted (and got it rarely) olive juice, pita chips, cheese and his specific wet foods. He was on a special dry food to help with his crystals and twice day daily medicines to keep his poo flowing. He hated it but it kept him healthy until the end.

One night while helping Dad give Ash his meds I felt a lump on his right inner wrist which continued to grow overtime. Unfortunately it was tested and came back positive for soft tissue sarcoma. It had grown into all the ligaments, nerves and tendons in that arm and started causing him pain. After an especially terrible night and morning my parents made the decision to put him down for his sake after months of keeping him happy and comfortable. He now resides on the hill next to my grandparents alongside Casper my dads childhood cat. Miss you bud!!