Quite honestly, I guess I never thought I'd be posting this. Never really hit me that he'd go at some point.
Sydney (also known as Syd, lil guy, putz, etc etc) passed away this morning. He was just over nine years old.
I can still remember when I got him. He was the runt in the corner, looking like he was afraid of everything. Something caught me about him. Somehow I just knew he was a little bastard in disguise.
Sure enough, the lil guy was. The cuttle-bone refusal, the off/on switch, the toy fiasco in which the only thing he truly enjoyed playing with was my cat. Everything about him was 'putz' to the 'T'. He was my putz. He will be missed.
Almost a decade little man, fly free. We've got everything on lock here.