I thought all the tears were dried up, but that’s not the case, so this will be short. Tyler died at home, early Saturday morning. For the first time in 17 years, we don’t have a cat.
We were told that the kitten was a male, so we named it Tyler. The vet laughingly informed us that it was a girl.
I always loved this picture; the three of them crammed into one chair, Mackenzie’s leg thrown over Ty. Tyler and Dylan (the black & white) were litter mates.