Jr was my best friend. My brother passed away a few years ago and i got Jr. after that. he was sick weeks old he was a sickly little stray. i brought him home and he was scarred to death of all humans it took him weeks of hiding before he would come out when anyone was at home. i was the one he took as an owner. i gues because he could see that i too had been misunderstood. i think also he could see the sadness in my eyes and he wanted to help.when i would cry he would crawl up on my lap and start rubbing my face then he would bite my nosethat always seemed to make me laugh. we spent countless hours alone together since neither him nor i related well to others. now i'm left here on my own