A little about me...
I adopted Hunter (the black one in the pic) when he was 31/2. I went with a friend to the shelter with no intention of adopting because I had just lost a different Baby. I couldn't resist him. He looked so out of place. I had a hard time bonding right away because of my recent loss. One night the 2nd cat I adopted, Tucker, got his paw caught super awkwardly under a door. I tried to help but he was crying so badly. Next thing I knew I heard a growling coming from the blackness of my livingroom. I could barely look before Hunter was on me to protect his "brother:. He never scratched me at all but bit me a few good times. That's when I knew they were really mine and I loved them. Ten years later we're still a little family. Unfortunately Hunter at 14 is terminally Ill. He has Addisons (SOOOO rare in cats) and lymphoma. No matter how many days or weeks he has left I will be with him all the way, protecting him like he did his brother, Tucker 10 years ago. He's so special in so many ways. He's beautiful no matter what the diseases have done. He should be on the calender because it's no doubt his last one. He's brought me so much love and peacefulness when I needed it over the years that I can't even explain it. I needed him more than he needed me a lot of the times. Now it's my turn. It's time for him to need me and I will do anything to do that. He's my Baby.