How was I to know that after Jolt left for his new home in Arizona that that would also be the last time we saw his buddy, Rowdy?
The mountain lion didn't know I had watched and helped him be born,
that I named him "Rowdy" because he squalled constantly from the moment he took his first breath,
that he was unusual and special, his coloring being almost albino,
that his fleece would become beautiful,
that he was best buddies with our ram, Jolt,
that his personality would travel deep in my heart and I would love him and now miss him terribly. I don't blame the lion, but life is hard sometimes...