Siamee

Siamee died last night after living on the family farm for more than fourteen years. He didn't show up for his supper yesterday evening. After midnight I woke up worrying he might be dead somewhere out on the highway, but he apparently died quietly in his favorite private place underneath the trailer used for decades building and maintaining two homesteads.

Showing no signs of bodily trauma, and laying on undisturbed ground, he appears to have died peacefully of old age there. Roaming a lot beyond the bounds of the farm while alive, we frequently expected him to disappear at any time, as victim to natural predator or some speeding machine. But he was a careful one and survived happily for the most part. He was pretty pissed off when Skye arrived on the scene and disappeared for several months. Upon his return he slowly became friends with the rescued border collie. A rescued animal himself, he was born by a mother abandoned here in late spring 2011, so I suppose they could relate.