In December pf 2005, our first foster liter of pups came and BT decided it was his job to teach pups how to interact with cats. He seemed to know what dogs were dangerous but pups needed to be taught to be good with cats.
Pookie and Sherman are watching BT who is watching Bob weed eating.
Recently one of the original feral cats dumped had a litter of kittens and only one survived. He is only 11 weeks old now. 3 weeks ago we brought the kitten ( I had been feeding it and playing with it in the shop but could not get near the mother cat ) into the house and BT took charge again.
Then last Friday the Neighbor's 3 dogs came into our property and caught BT. They were throwing him in the air. Wayde went out to stop them and rushed BT to the Vet as we were in Wenatchee buying Dog and cat food. BT seemed to rally some on Saturday but then started going down hill again. He got to come home for a short while.
Sunday morning I could see he was not doing well and took him to the Pioneer Vet. Clinic. He was put on both IV and Oxygen. They found that he was so badly bruised inside that his organs were shutting down. This morning ( Monday June 3rd, ) I said my good byes to our super special, wonderful cat and he went to sleep in my arms. We will never forget him and have been blessed to have him as part of our lives.
BT, your spirit will stay with us and we will still feel your love every day. You brought so much joy to us and we will treasure every minute we had with you.
Love you sooooooooooooo much.