In Loving Memory of Skeeter
On 23 April 2010, our good little buddy, Skeeter, had to be put to sleep. He was 16 1/2 years old and the most lovable pain in the butt you could possibly imagine. Skeeter left his mark on everything, quite literally. He never failed to impress, sometimes for his size, sometimes for his good looks, and sometimes for his strangeness. We miss him and we know that he is chasing his sister through the hallowed halls of Folkvang.
Here are some pictures of Skeeter, some with his sister, Sheba, and some with his adopted sister, Patches. The pictures range from when he was just a kitten to fairly recently.
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