Bandit started life in a metal building in Pascagoula, MS in the spring of 1991. I found him and his two sisters alone and half starving when a client took me to see his new shop. The partner had run all the cats off and boarded up the holes, not realizing that there was a litter of kittens there.
So, Bandit and his sisters came home with me.....just until they were strong enough to find good homes for. Well, after 3 or 4 weeks of bottle feeding them, there were NOT good enough homes, so they became mine.
In the winter Bandit spent several days in the hospital getting rehydrated and tested six ways to Sunday. No problems found, he was just an old cat. This happened around the time his sister disappeared....and we later found Spotty had broken her neck in a fall.
Friday Bandit starting going downhill. We syringed water into him, and let him lick homecooked (for the dogs) off our fingers when he would. The vet said there was nothing she could do for him and to let him go gently....if he started to suffer, to call her.
When we came home today, he was very very weak and refused even water. He went to the Bridge a little bit ago. DS is heartbroken, and I'm crying too....we knew it was coming, but still......
Here's to you Bandit. Run free at the Bridge.