Fletch – 19 years old. A very good boy. We had to say goodbye to him today.
Fletch should be remembered as the cat who cured himself of diabetes and lived through three near-death experiences at the emergency vet.
Fletch was my first cat. He’s the first cat I was allergic to.
He is lovingly remembered by Val, his best friend and loyal companion who brought him home from the Humane Society at age 1, his aunt Felicity, who cat-sat him often and just loved him to pieces!, and by me, his adopted dog person.
Fletch was pre-deceased by Bailey, step-dogs Hopi and Zuni, and survived by Shadow (his best cat friend) and Richard, his nemesis.
Fletch – good-natured, friendly, cuddly and sleepy!
Goodbye old man.
Love,
Risa and Val, Shadow and Richard
