He Came for Christmas and Stayed

We lost our Camelot last night.

He came to us at Christmastime a few years ago when the county shelter was full, and we were pretty much his last opportunity for getting out. What started out as fostering turned into adoption.

Camelot was an older fella who’d had very little in the way of care. We quickly learned that he loved his treats and a big comfy pillow and was content to take long naps in preparation for his next meal. Several times throughout the day, he would wander the house in search of me for a check-in and a head rub.

I am grateful to have been able to make the last few years of his life time in which he never had to worry about being cold or hungry or left in a shelter where his life would be in danger.

We love you, Camelot, sweet boy. I will miss you so much.

Read Christmas With Camelot.

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