I posted this on FB on October 8, 2022:



Six years since I lost my boy kitty Tiger.  I can't believe it's been that long.  I was dealing with depression caused by grief through more than half of his life, so I don't remember much from that time.  The clearest memory I have during those years is when I would go to bed, he'd lay beside me and knead underneath my chin, while purring up a storm.   I still miss my baby boy.  



My first day with Tiger



I got him from a vet's office when he was 5 weeks old and he could fit in one hand.  I left the vet's office holding him to my chest in one hand while driving with the other.  I immediately went to a pet store and got some supplies and was given a free heart toy by the manager when I came back with something I found in the buggy that I had missed putting on the counter to buy.  Tiger calmly lay on his kitty rug in the buggy as I pushed him around the store, and several people said he was so cute.