5/24/99 - 6/28/11
Kechara was my baby from the day he was 6 weeks old, when he came back from Ohio with us, falling asleep in the tiny loaf pan of litter we had placed in the carrier in order to introduce him and his sisters to the concept of litter (they had been barn cats). He was my cuddle boy up through this afternoon, when I held him (and DH held both of us) as he died. After the seizure he had this morning, it was the right thing to do, but oh, it hurt. I'll say more later.