This morning, Linda found Larry on his favorite heat vent, but he wasn’t moving or breathing; his pupils were fixed and dilated, and he was without a heartbeat. He was dead.
He was the last of a pair: Larry & Leo, gray tabby and orange tiger. In 2003, we fostered for a no-kill animal shelter in Franklin, and they came to us as a matched set: brothers and litter mates, who had been declawed by their previous owner. We immediately recognized their potential; they were magnificent cats: tall, graceful, long tailed. They were kind to our smaller wards and took to humans with equal charm. They were keepers and became part of our permanent household.