Henry, Cat Guardians’ mascot, greeter, and second-oldest resident, succumbed to cancer this past Sunday. He’s the one on the right, with the white goatee.

He was 17 years old, so he had a long life for a cat. When someone walked in the door, he would jump up and say “hi”. He was friendly with the kittens, and even held his own against all of Cyrano’s 20lbs. And, most importantly to me, he was a good friend to Shine.

I already miss him, and it’s going to be weird walking into the shelter without him calling out to me from the upstairs office where he spent his final months.