Sad day at our house. My fishing buddy Harry took a turn for the worse Tuesday evening and was quietly put to sleep Wednesday morning.
He was just shy of 18 years and weighed 20lbs - a Big Tabby who lived a great life - fishing with me on the boat; or hunting the 20 acres next to us.
This was almost a daily occurence during the warm weather months, started around age 2yrs: - Harry waiting to get in the truck and go fishing - he thought he was a dog

- The Treat - always a few Shiners spring and fall - Tinned Salmon during the summer.
That concrete slab is 2' x 2' to the left of Harry. Gives you an idea just how big he was.
He is at peace now, and will be missed, but never forgotten.