Sheba , the Little Himalayan that was originally intended for my Mother . passed on of a heart attack this morning at the Vets. I had taken her in because she was short of breath , they took a preliminary X ray and she had an enlarged heart , and contracted lungs. she would ahve been my Mothers Cat , but my Mother passed on in 1991. My aunt and uncle took her in , but they passed on as well, and the executor let me take her in. as she had lost her Guardians and whiskers , her life long companion , she really was scared and never lost the air of melecoly that surronde her , although at the time of her passing , she was making friends with John hancock , my balinese. well she will finally meet my Mother , her guardians and Mr. Whiskers at the Rainbow bridge , and my Mother will have the Cat of her dreams.