Bandit passed away yesterday. He was a siamese cat that adopted us when he was just a tiny kitten. In early September of 1994, Patty and I were out at by the 
mailbox at our getaway place near Custer, South Dakota. Bandit was crying and hidden under a sign by the highway. He was almost all white, with a few markings that gave away his siamese heritage. He looked to be about 6 weeks old. He immediately became part of the family, traveling in the motor coach for 6 years, and then settling down with us in Bountiful, Utah. When he was young, he would spring up onto the passenger-side windshield visor in the RV, riding up there for hours. He slowed down as he got older, but stayed close to Patty and I. Wherever we were, he’d be nearby. Yesterday, he came in the kitchen asking for breakfast. I fed him, and he laid down and died a couple hours later – with us until the end. He was just over sixteen and a half years old. We will miss him.
Leland and Patty … so sorry for your loss. Pets are like family and it hurts to part with them. What a great story about how Bandit came to be with you. Ruby
RIP Bandit. My heart is with you, Leland and Patty.
Denise Spurlock
I’m so sorry for your loss. Bandit was blessed to have found you when he was such a tiny kitten. I hope the wonderful memories of him will be a comfort.
So sorry. Missy had to be put down 5 years ago after 16 years. I still miss her.
I grieve with you. Mousie has been gone more than 20 years, but she was my first Siamese, and also the last of 3 to leave me at the ripe old age of 18 1/2 years. Our furry kids have a special place in our hearts (and I believe Heaven, too). Bandit must have been looking for his special people when he found you. Bless you for making him a part of your family.