Mr. Kitty

Our Sweet Mr. Kitty, God hand picked you to find us as parents. Oh my, you were as flat as a pancake when we first met you. You were so eager to be a part of our family, that you would follow us around when we walked out our front door. You were really at deaths door. The grim reaper was just waiting for you. But instead, we scooped you up and took you in. We brought you to the vet to get shots and have your hair shaved because you were so matted and thin. Thats why Asia called you the "pancake boy". You had so many "war scars". Your little body looked ravaged. I had no intentions of letting you go. You now belonged to our "family". You were never going to be cold again. You never again had to fight or wonder where or when your next meal would be. You were so very sweet and gentle. We fattened you up and your hair grew in healthy and shiny. And you had the best last four yrs. of your life with a family who loved and cherished you---Our beautiful Mr. Kitty. We love & miss you and we'll see you and your brothers and sisters at Rainbow Bridge again.

Barbara Domenech