Danté was six to seven years old and FIV positive when I adopted him three years ago. I quickly understood his personality when I first met him: He just wanted to be loved and cared for. In the last three years I had a sweet, loving, cuddly companion to share my home with who was almost the perfect pet. I knew he had grown to love me and had bonded to me but I didn't realize how deeply I had grown to love him. He died in May from complications of FIV and I miss him terribly. Perhaps if I had adoped him as a kitten he'd still be with me today. That I will never know but adopting him was the best choice I have ever made.