How awful it must have been for you to find poor, sweet Whitey there by the road. But remember that now Whitey is partying hearty with the other Porch Angels (my Muskrat and Meeshe included!) and I hope he will appear to you in some surprising little way, so you will know that he is at peace and has not forgotten your kindness. Blessings to you and all of your hotel kitties . . . may another forgotten soul fill the vacancy left by Whitey.