Charlie was my sweet baby kitten.  My dog, Buster, found him in the woods this past summer outside of my house when he was just 4 weeks old.  He was so tiny that he just fit in the palm of my hand.  From the first moment we met, he was the sweetest and most loving little cat.  He was not bashful and never missed a chance to show love to everyone that crossed his path, including my dog, Buster.  He brought a sweetness and sunshine to my life that no person or animal ever has.  He was very "personable" and constantly wanted to be held and cuddled.  He loved to sit on my shoulder and watch me cook.  Even at 6 months old, he continued his habit of "nursing" - it was uniquely interesting that he nursed on Buster's neck, and never failed to bring a laugh or a smile to those who saw him doing it.  He would often fall asleep on Buster while performing this funny habit.  Every morning he would wake up, squint his eyes in the sunlight and run to his scratching post.  After 2 minutes of scratching, he wanted to be held and carried around the house, as I performed my morning routine.  He loved climbing my plants and especially loved the faux christmas tree I put up this year.  He would climb into the branches and take lazy naps.  However, Charlie suffered from mega-colon all his life and had to be medicated 3 times/day.  He would have a few low days once in a while, but his great days far outnumbered the days he was sick.  Tuesday, after our return from a holiday trip to see my family in Ohio, Charlie suddenly collapsed on the floor and could not stand up.  I rushed him to the emergency veterinary hospital for assessment.  The Dr. excluded that Charlie had become very seriously anemic and was dying.  She told me that he would need a blood transfusion to survive but his chances were not good and he would suffer tremendously in attempting to heal from it.  I spent some time with my baby Charlie after our conversation and could not bear to watch him in the amount of pain he was suffering any longer.  It was the most difficult decision I have ever had to make, but I decided to let him go.  He was very special to me and I will love him always and forever.  There will never be another Charlie.