My Cat (Lover) was rescued with her brother & sisters from the swamps of South Carolina when I found her during military training in the early 90s and was my first pet after returning from Desert Storm. After returning home to Michigan and 8 years into her life she became Diabetic and I could barely afford the daily injections and tests, but I managed it somehow. At 14 years old she lost the fight with Diabetes and I have to believe that animals have some idea of heaven. As she was passing I held her to my chest and sat in her favorite chair by the window. With her last breath she gave a muffled meow, reached up and touched my chin, and then looked and reached up to the sky through the window as she left. I have no children so she was truly a loss of a family member.

– Joe from MI