Saturday, September 01, 2007
After sixteen years of faithful companionship, Cyrano has moved on.
I found him in 1991, a hungry, flea-bitten ball of fur, no bigger than the palm of my hand, stowed away in the back of a workman's truck from Austin.
After that traumatic beginning, I tried to provide a good home life for him. He was always skittish, until the last few weeks of his life.
We will miss him.