This is Rene's daughter, Ally. Dakota was my baby, and I wanted to tell you all a little bit about him. I had him since he was just able to open those beautiful, odd-eyes that were so enchanting. I bottle fed him along with my parents, and he became my cat- or I guess I was his human. He and Vogue, his girlfriend-kitty who actually fell on the same strip of road a year ago, were the only kitties allowed in my room. When Vogue died, it was just me and Dak. He was always a loner, the Alpha cat, but in my room he acted like a kitten, curling up by my face and waking me up with nuzzles. We had the type of relationship that only us true cat people can understand, but I know I don't need to explain it. One of my favorite memories of Dak was when I was floating around in my pool one afternoon on a raft, and Dak jumped up onto the side of the pool. He fearlessly climbed onto my belly and curled up, and we floated in the water for about an hour. And the next morning my Mom watched him jump into the pool all alone, swim around a little, climb out, fix his fur, and fall asleep in the sun to dry. I wish I could have kept him safe inside with me, but Dakota wasn't that kind of cat. He was a wandering spirit, like I am; I think that's one of the reasons we got along so well. And I know that hes out there now, wandering around with Vogue in a place where there are no coyotes or cars, waiting for me. I'm glad he had his freedom. Anyway, I wanted to thank everyone for all their messages and caring. I had never been to this site before, and seeing all that got posted for Dakota brought tears to my eyes. Thank you all so very, very much. And if you should lose a cat too, don't worry. Dak will keep an eye on them.