Shu Shu came to me on St. Patrick's Day in 1988, when I was working at the SF SPCA. He was one of many kittens who came in that day, sick and NOT for adoption. I had been working there for 6 months, but when I saw this beautiful soul looking back at me from inside the cage, I knew this was the ONE cat I was going to save. I stuffed him down my uniform shirt, left the building, and drove to my vet's. He was very sick and needed medical attention. There was no guarantee that my last dollars in savings would save him. Sixteen years later, through thick & thin, many homes, relationships, friendships, cars, jobs, he was the one solid rock in my life. He will be missed more than my words can say, but right now he is running through tall, green grass, chasing bugs and watching over me.