When I was 11 years old I got to get a kitten. My Aunt Jerry had a litter and I was allowed to pick one. I picked my baby Purrty. He was a black and whit little furry friend. I spent years of my life playing with him, him sleeping on my head, waking up to the sound of him trying to eat plastic. 3 weeks ago I had him put to sleep. He was suffering from pancreatitis and liver disease. He was 8 lbs, but showed no other signs besides weight loss. Then he just couldn't do it anymore I guess. He was in my life more than he was out. I miss him everyday. I almost can't bare life without him. He was my baby.