My sister (she is a member here, although I can't remember her user name right now) had to let her Little Man go to the bridge tonight. She saved his life 12 years ago when he was at the vet clinic where she was working and they were going to put him to sleep because he had a deformed leg. My sister took him home and he lived out his 12 years just like any other kitty would.
Even though I visited her a couple times I never did get to see him, well except for the orange streak as he ran to hide under the bed.
RIP Little Man, tell Taz hello for me.
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