My Old Cat, Baby

Back in 1989, a teen black cat came into our lives. I named him Baby because he answered to the name, but he soon grew to be about 16 pounds . . . so he grew to be a big guy.

Baby was a great big cat, loving, and tough. He loved us very much, and knew that we always would take care of him, no matter what. Whenever he was feeling ill, he'd come to us and ask for assistance.

He was the alpha male of the neighborhood, and all the other cats gave him plenty of room . . . as not a single cat (nor dog) wanted to mess with him. He was so tough, he didn't even let skunks walk around his turf. He once attacked a skunk, and albeit he came in stinking to high heaven, we never had problems with skunks again.

Baby left my parents' home back in the spring of 2004. After 15 years of living with a loving family, Baby decided to die alone. We still miss him.