Cash was adopted on a stormy Sunday night ... The best stormy night ever. He was 9 years old and his cage said "I would like to sit by a fire place in a cabin on a mountain and watch reruns of Law and Order with you." When he jumped up on my lap and Johnny Cash's 'Don't take your guns to town's I felt a bb in his tail...I knew it was live. He was the sweetest of sweet boys and stood his ground with every dog and protected his own in a quiet wise old man type of way.

He was good and perfect.