I had to say goodbye to my Winston yesterday.....I adopted his mom when she was pregnant (Chelsea COTD 1-15-09) so he owned me from the moment I helped him into this world. He was the runt of the litter but such a little fighter....such a will to live....He had some sort of neurological problem that kept his colon from working properly (among other things) but with lots of experimentation and love, we finally found the magic diet. He ate, thrived, and grew into a spunky, lovable kitty. I called him my pit bull because he was all muscle and so strong.
Sadly, he condition started to deteriorate and in spite of surgery and the best of care, he didn't make it.
He blessed my life for almost two years....
Godspeed, my little boy cat.....I'll see you on the other side.....