Thanks, Toni, for posting his story. What a lovable dear. We are once again in the process of losing pets. Our white cat (survivor of twins)
died a couple of months ago at age 13, young for most cats but I think whites do not live as long? His brother died at age 7 of myocardial hypertrophy.
Last month we lost Punkin (no, we didn't name him that). He belonged to the next door neighbor who moved and left him and another cat, Midnight,
and they promptly moved in with us. We had been feeding them anyway, because she never did. How do people do that? Now we're down to Rosie,
a stray who moved in with me when I was living and working Asheville, Lucky, a grossly obese orange tabby, and Midnight, solid black from next
door.
Love little Nike!! You did good, girl.
