Just got news, one of my babies had to be put down. I don’t know why, I just know it happened. It still hits me hard, even though I haven’t seen them for several years. My Alpine reminds me of him, very furry and always wanting to be snuggled. *sigh* Those cats were the only thing that kept me there, it was hard letting them go to save what was left of me. Pity, that was a choice I had to make, but at least I know they were going to be taken care of. They were the only thing that seriously got treated better than I did, sadly, but it happens. May my baby rest with the Gods and have many mice to chase.