Tigger was my boy. I loved him with all my heart. I'm 13 years old now, but I was 11 when he was put down because we could no longer keep him and he was too mean to be given away. He was put down on my birthday. He lived with my family for 9 wonderful years. He wasn't very loveable, but I loved him still. My parents and brother didn't care for him much, but I miss him so much. It's been two years, and everyday I think about him and how much he meant to me. But crying and mourning will not bring him back. It's hard to heal a broken heart, though.