It is with a broken heart that I must tell you that we had to have Jefferson put to sleep on Friday, Jan. 2. We are all very sad. Churchill keeps looking for him. He was 15.
Jeffy came to us in January 1994, on a very cold day. He was born around Thanksgiving 1993. Paulette wrapped him up in her scarf to bring him home. He was such a cute little scamp. He could play and play. He also liked to jump into bowls of microwave popcorn when he was a kitten and lick the butter stuff off of it. When he grew up, his delight was going outside. He loved to lay in the grass and take a nap. He also like to chase the butterflies, which I do not doubt he is doing right now in heaven as I write this. You could leave Jeffy alone in the yard without a leash and he would stay in the yard. He will be greatly missed by us since he helped us with the gardening. While Churchill and him did not always get along with each other, they did love each other. Jeffy would get really concerned if there was something wrong with Churchill.
We love Jeffy very much and we will never forget him. Heaven has a new furry angel.