This week Fields Without Fences lost a real treasure. We never knew how old Yoyo was or where she came from. When we took her home from the no-kill animal shelter over two years ago, she had been there in a tiny glass room for six years. We know that prior to that she lived on the street long enough to have her ear disfigured in a fight, and be the target of someone’s airsoft pellet, as evidenced by the steel ball lodged under the skin of her shoulder. We had just moved into a previously abandoned house and there were mice everywhere. We wanted the biggest, baddest looking feral feline in the “adult barn cats” room, and by all appearances that was Yoyo. In the time she was with us, she never did catch a mouse until 6 days before she died. She did however, jump into the lap of every stranger that walked through our door, and log countless undisturbed hours cuddling with anyone willing to sit with her. She loved indiscriminately and relentlessly. But most of all she reminded us everyday that we are loved, and that we have the ability to love back at all times no matter the hardships we are facing. She was our resident spiritual guide and will be missed terribly.