When a small orange & white kitten rubbed around my ankles outside of my apartment I knew I was in trouble. 



Precocious, energetic & mischievous all describe Hector. Right along side of protective, loving & comforting. 



He loved to attack ankles & anything dangling. Including my dog, Achilles Maximus', tail. 



He slept on my chest & loved pork chops. And no matter how many scratching posts I bought, the couch was always his favorite. 



He was the only cat I had ever seen that loved water. He played with the faucet in the bathtub & was fascinated by a flushing toilet. 



A few months ago, he was diagnosed with cardio myopathy--an enlarged heart. The vet said he was surprised he lived past a few months as normally they die as smaller kittens. But that was one thing that Hector had, was heart. He endured his medicine & even though he loved to run, knew when to take it easy. The doctors thought he would live life to the fullest--and that he did--even though it was cut short. 



Even though your life was shortened, Hector, you lived every day as it was a brand new day. And I couldn't ask for anything more...