Bobcat was special. When I was growing up, he was always there. My brother found him out by the border, and our friend managed to catch this wild cat and bring him to us. He was my brothers' and my nanny, literally. If anyone in my family cried, he would appear, and sit there to comfort you. He actually kept my family together. He managed to stay long enough to raise a kitten I got, and teach my beloved Pocketbook the ways of my household. The day Pocketbook and I found him dead was the day after we had discussed putting him down, for his sake. We were going to make our decision the next day. He is buried in our pet graveyard, and whenever my dad tries to get my brother and I to move, so we can sell the lot, we say no. Bobcat is here. We have a plastic statue we've had for years sitting on the dirt, and... we still miss him, everyday. It was tough, but... it really was the first big change in my life.