He was my baby. His litter was attacked by a raccoon in November of 2005. Two out of the five kittens were killed and the mother cat rejected the three Kittens that were left. Hercie has a brother and a sister who were adopted in December and January, but no one wanted this special baby. You see, he couldn't walk around on all fours. There was something wrong with his hips, but he move around and played like all the other little cats and he would pull himself up onto chairs and beds...that's why he got his name. 



I tried to get him help, the local vet college first said that they might take him, and then they refused. So he stayed here and became the most important little soul to me because I was the one who took care of him. 



He would cuddle with me and very gently touch my face with his paw...such a sweet baby kitty.



Then on June 7th, he started to sleep all the time and didn't eat his dinner. He usually ate with such gusto. And he slept a lot that night...



In the morning, he was still not eating and there was blood in his urine. I went to work and came home early to check on him and he was worse...I can't go into the details because it is still too painful and it has only been a few days since my little darling had to be put down. He was only 8 ½ months old.



I miss him so much that my heart is breaking and I wish he were still here with all my heart. I love you Hercie and I will always miss you.