Dash wasn't the type of cat who liked many people.  He was very selective, but the people he loved, he really loved.  I remember watching movies in the basement and he would come out from under or behind the couch and sit on my lap.  He would just lie there, constantly adjusting his position.  We always referred to him as a "wiener cat" because he was short, had a long body and tiny legs.  He didn't come upstairs much, he was very timid and nervous.  One time when we had to take him to the vet, he took a flying leap from a high windowsill to the floor, peeing all the way.  He would never be able to stop himself while running down the stairs and would collide with the dry wall.  He was sweet, he was lovable and he was perfect.  I could never bear to think about what life would be once he was gone.  I have been eternally changed by this cat and am forever grateful that he came into my life during a difficult time and always made me happy.  Rest in peace, little puppy-cat.