I was hoping that Palin would make it to Christmas...but he couldn't do it. Palin died while I was at work last night. He was old and ill, but he seemed to be doing better. His seizures were under control and he seemed to be helping Leon, keeping him warm, snuggling with him. Palin is the last of the brothers I adopted from a wonderful rattery in Ohio. Named after Michael Palin, he loved to explore and was a friendly sweet boy. The above picture is one of my favorites-taken on his second birthday. The one below I just took a few days ago-that's Palin enjoying his Christmas tree. I guess he'll be spending Christmas with Jesus this year. Rest in Peace.