Oh Aly, I started to cry when I read about Julius a/k/a Dwayne. It brought back such precious memories for me about another "Dwayne". About six years ago, Helen and I were renting a house in Columbia, and my brother, who was 20 at the time, was living with us. He worked with a friend from church doing landscaping work. One day, this 6'6", softhearted brother of mine walked in with the tiniest kitten I had ever seen. He had found him when he was weedeating. (The next week, they found the mama cat, dead in the same flowerbed) Thank Heaven he saw him lying there. The kitten was about 3 weeks old. Chip bottle fed him, and I decided he could stay. Helen was around 4 at the time, and she had a set of books about the "Baby Blue Cats". Well, the Baby Blue cats had dog friends, named Dwayne and Dougie. And her name for this beautiful gray kitten was Dwayne!! Unfortunately, Mimi wasn't so smitten with him, and about fell apart, sort of like Shiloh with Harley. But Mom and Dad helped us, and found a home for him in their home town. He is about a 15 pound "big man" now, and doing beautifully. But he was precious, and now I know, he was an angel compared to my Butter!

Thank you for reminding me of something very special. And a bigger thank you for doing all that you do to help these babies in need. Lolly will find the right home, and she and you will be better for it.

Sorry you had to endure one of my older "rescue" stories!!!

Logan