Originally Posted by jrhboxers

My very first cat - totally mine, not family - was my Katie. She was part of a litter of my then-best friend's Siamese. Momma cat and the other 5 kittens all died - we think momma had a uterine infection. Katie was the only one left. My friend told me to take her because all she would do was 'kill her like all the others'. I was 18 and a legalsecretary at a small lawfirm. For the first three weeks of her life she stayed in the top right hand drawer of my desk. I fed her evaporated milk with Karo syrup. They didn't have replacement milk 30 years ago. I had a heat pad and fed her every time she cried. When she got big enough, I started leaving her at my Grandmother's while I worked. She was truly my baby girl. When I had to put her to sleep - medical complications - she was 22 years and 4 months old. And except for a couple of days here and there, was with me always. I still miss her. She was my baby and I was the only mommy she ever knew. Unlike most cats, when ANYTHING would go wrong, she would come running and expect me to fix it. It was the hardest day of my life to that point when I had to put her to sleep. And she left for the Rainbow Bridge in my arms, the same way she came into my life.

Originally Posted by carhop

this is my baby have had her sence she was 4 mo 91/2 now and is in kidny failure

Originally Posted by mmonohon

My son has a border collie and she is so sweet that I had to have my own. Cartwright is my rescue baby boy and full of joy.

Originally Posted by carhop

this is my baby have had her sence she was 4 mo 91/2 now and is in kidny failure

Originally Posted by Dee

What a beautiful baby. Sorry she is not up to puppy well, but sending puppy prayers to your baby. What is her name?

:D :D