It is with great sadness that we assisted our eldest tribe member to cross the bridge this morning. Viktor came to us as an injured, adult stray over 14 years ago. He was truly a gentle giant, never lifting a paw against us as we tended his wounds those first weeks.
He was a wonderful, loving fellow, always there providing companionship. He slept on my pillow every night, and woke with me every morning for his saucer of milk. He liked nothing better than to sit in the sunshine, and watch the birds outside. I think he often regaled the younger cats with stories about life “beyond the house” with narrow escapes and adventures.
Viktor lived a long life, aging into a fine salt and pepper black coat at the ripe age of 18. Farewell my sweet boy. You are missed.