Scotty passed away suddenly this morning. He'd been recovering from a fight with a racoon since July 8th, and was scheduled for a surgical consultation today. I spent the night sleeping on a mat in the bathroom with him, but got up around 0530 to sleep in my own bed. My wife went to check on him around 0700, and he was purring loudly as she petted him. Then he yowled loudly for a few seconds, and he was gone.
These are the first and last pictures I have of him.