Bless you for taking this tiny creature in and for giving him the best hours of his life. It's hard to explain how such tiny ones can tear at our hearts and overtake our emotions.

We once took in a cat who had lived at a fish store. The guy who owned the store sold it and the new owner didn't want the resident cat, so good soul that my hubby was, he brought Charlie home. We already had a couple other cats and Charlie was used to living the solitary life and tried to get outside numerous times.

One time he got out and I found him and brought him back. The next time I found him under one of our hedges in the backyard; a car had hit him. I cried for hours and one of my daughters asked me why I was so upset and I couldn't tell her why. I just felt that I had failed Charlie; I wanted to give him a nice life and it just didn't happen.

So I kind of understand what you're going through. Skeletor obviously had a worse life than Charlie, but we both had the same good intentions and hopes for these two little lives.

RIP little Skeletor and maybe you will see Charlie at the RB. Tell him I still love him.