I should note that when Crookie first learned that we had purchased the farm, he was not impressed. He was more like "whatever...where's my food?" He NEVER let us touch him. Never. Over the past several years we have slowly earned Crookie's trust. Enough trust that he allowed us to pet him. By allowing this, we learned that Crookie was deaf. This discovery enlightened us as to why he was so leery of us. Self preservation is a very strong thing.
We consider Crookie our greatest accomplishment. He learned that trusting humans is okay. He learned that scratches are awesome and that being 'sort of' domestic is not really a bad thing. For that we are grateful. This past weekend we laid Crookie to rest. He was losing weight and it was evident that cancer was slowly taking him from us. We allowed him to pass with dignity.
We will miss his little face and his demanding meow, but are happy to know he is in a better place. To the end of an era...we raise our glasses of milk and toast Crookie. RIP little man. You WILL be missed.
