Fanta in full vigor
The last of the "Original Three", Fanta the feral kitty, shed his 9th mortal coil during the over night of December 23rd. He was a big, robust ginger tom who I'd grown especially fond of because of his last member status. Like his wild mates before him, he was a regular visitor and sometimes resident of our deck over the past three years. He, like his buddies, didn't hold a grudge after being trapped and neutered and still came back for the chow and sunny napping spots. I greatly enjoyed his company in the early mornings whilst sipping my morning joe and taking in the wildlife sightings of the backyard.
I don't know for certain how his demise came about, but he had been injured in some sort of fight last month and never seemed to completely bounce back from it. I am glad I was able to locate his last hiding spot in order to finally give him a few pats and a good burial after he passed.
Not the last, but certainly one of the more loved.
Hubert in a favorite spot
Flash in the same planter
