Little Fox’s final tour!

Hey there, it's me and Fox looking for some table scraps....

We've had such a good run and met so many friends and family along the way, furry and non-furry. After 14 years together this is OUR FINAL TOUR! There will be no refunds, exchanges or substitutions. From a skittish feral little fox to a super chill, lovey dovey old timer we want to thank all of you who have been part of our lives and shown us so much love and snuggles and treats. For the last excursion we are going hard, maybe a biopsy or an x-ray or two (are we nuts or what?!) and a miracle? At the very least some peace and comfort and definitely a last steak supper that tastes as good as the steak Cypher was eating in The Matrix, in the solace of our own home.

Sort of technical stuff: Fox was diagnosed with a super aggressive form of cancer (which may possibly be in his bones) and also pneumonia, as old men do. He has lost 20% of his body weight in about two months; there is a large, hard mass about the size of a golf ball on his neck that had developed within that time. Breathing is not easy, and opening his mouth is a challenge. Mobility is dwindling. Options are limited.