Dibble was a very unique cat.  He was a red long haired Persian.  Last summer my mother took him to the vet and they found a lump on his heart, he wasn't eatting and when he did he threw up.  I noticed about 3 weeks ago he was throwing up, I took him to the vet and they put him on meds and told me to bring him back in 2 weeks.  During that time he would only eat out of my hard, so I would hand feed him every 2 hours or so.  I noticed that he tried to be strong for me, he would purr when he saw me come into the room.  On the 17th I noticed that his face was in his water bowl and I called his name and he opened his eyes very slow and looked up at me and I lost it.  The vet told me to bring him in ASAP.  When I got there she told me he lost more weight and if I had all the money in the world I only would be pro longing his life.  So I had him put to sleep. 

I have never had a pet that was so in tune with me.  I had a little girl that was still birth and he would following me where ever I went, he would sit with me as I cryed missing her.  He would lay in bed with me when I was sick. He loved to eat pop corn and chicken, he would beg like a dog would.  Dibble was more than just my cat he was my bestfriend and I will never EVER find that again in another pet.