Thank you for your post.

Tony started to get sick right before the holidays in 1998. He started to cough, kind of like he had a hairball. It was probally 2 weeks before I decided to take him to the vet. It turned out that they found a spot on his lung, not a big spot but enough for it to show up on a x-ray. He was there for 2 weeks and amazingly the "spot" was gone. The vet did think however that he suffered from Cardiomyopathy, a gongenital heart condition that he probally had from birth, but after the spot disappeared he did not know what to think.

The morning that he died, he had climbed up in bed, went under the covers and slept with me for about an hour. I remember that it was 7 am when he came into bed with me. If I would have had to go to work that day, I probally could have saved him, because he had to have passed away between 8 & 9 am, and I would have been downstairs getting ready for work, but that day was a holiday and I was trying to sleep late.

The saddest thing was that as I was on the phone calling our vet, my husband was sitting on the floor petting Tony and Tigger had come downstairs, she went right over to her brother, sniffed him, and started kissing his head. My husband was so upset that he started yelling at her, but I told him to stop yelling, this was her way of saying goodbye to him.

Tigger had a couple of months where she just was not the same, I know that she missed him dearly, because Tony was the only one she would cuddle with.

Thanks again for letting me share. I do miss him dearly, but each day is a new day and I have my 5 furkids to keep me going. Tony, Cleo, and Tobias (all of my Rainbow Bridge Babies) are always with me in my heart and memories, and no one can take that away from me.