B-toe was the sweetest cat I've ever known.  One cold Fall day seven years ago a little black and white kitten came trotting out of a garage, rushed into the back door of my house, and never left.  B-toe loved me unconditionaly.  He has really suffered over the last two years.  He developed astham, was streated with steroid injections, which lead to diabetes.  He has been a real trooper.  He would come running to Marc and I every morning when we called him for his injection.  Today, his poor little body is at rest. I know God made heaven for animals too. I'll miss him forever.