He was a majestic, beautiful cat and he was my Baby, from the moment he was brought to me by my ex husband who summarily put him in my hands and pronounced “take care of it.” What he meant and what I heard were completely opposite. He meant find a home for him because he was too little for the Humane Society to take. I got kitten milk, a litter box and started taking care of him. He was a little monster, and no one else understood him. He became my best friend and I loved him immensely. Many of my family came to love him and many never liked him, but that never mattered to me, I loved him and would never give up on him. He was moved around a lot, which I wish I could have given him something more stable, but it wasn’t for me either, we did the best we could, and held onto each other, he always loved his Mama, and we made it through some tough times. He left too soon, his heart gave out before he should have had to go. I wish I could have done more for him. I will forever hold him in my heart and know that I will see him again one day. I miss his call through the, I miss the cuddling, I miss his presence and companionship.