We had a family picnic at my younger brothers house. He lives on a farm and there was a litter of feral cats. All 5 of the kittens had bites and infection in those bites. I spent a couple hours trying to catch the kittens so I could help them. I finally caught a kitten. It was a fuzzy, long furred boy. I stuck him in the neck of my sweatshirt. My husband kept telling me I couldn't keep the kitten. He said " stealing farm animals was a hanging offense." In the end, he agreed I could take him home and heal him up ( I had to do it at the house. No going to the vet) I named the kitten George. I took him home. Time came for bed so I set George up in a little bed, litter box and food. I followed my husband to bed after about a half hour. Minutes after I crawled into bed, my husband was snoring. I was going to poke him to roll him over and he took a breath and whistled. I knew something was wrong. I jumped up, turned on the light. My husband was dead.... We did CPR, called 911. They never were able to revive him. I ended up taking George to the vet. It took several month to heal him up. The vet thought he'd have to have his front leg amputated but he finally healed up. I got him neutered. We added Daniel to his name after my husband. George Daniel means the world to me. It's been 3 1/2 years and George is my best buddy. ( Along with my dog Zip)

Tammie Braaten
AUSTIN, MN