The top photo is all our kids- Doug, Tiff, Craig holding Knuckles and Ruthie

This morning, we lost our beloved Knuckles- he was born with congestive heart failure and was on water pills twice a day for awhile now for an enlarged heart.

He had a normal early morning and after eating and getting his morning pill- he retired to my bedroom for a nap. His heart quit beating and he is now free to run and play like he never could do with his frail body.

He was 2 years old and should never have lived that long. He liked ice cream- chocolate was his favorite and had acquire a taste for BBQ pringles.

When he was a baby, he loved swimming in the bird bath-and in another post I will find the video of him playing with his favorite toy- a little duck, who soon after the video- had no stuffing left in it at all.

I named him knuckles because when he was a baby- he had white knuckles- but he grew out of that and then people wondered why I gave him such a dumb name. But he liked it.

Craig and Ruthie buried him with the rest of our extended family in the back yard- and Steve had to go for a drive alone.

We bottle fed him- he was the only one in the litter to make it here- and the ones who come in alone bond the best with the humans. That he did do. He will be forever missed.