On yet another sad note, Truman disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him. One evening he was there, trilling away as he did when you petted him and the next day he was gone. I suspect an owl, he was just a kitten. The loss of someone you love is always hard but somehow harder when they disappear without a trace.
Little Truman, gone to blue. Miss you, buddy. Looking forward to seeing you on the other side.
