My heart

When I was growing up, I never had any pets.  There were goldfish, there were two newts (third grade fad), but they never held my attention.  So when I met Jay, I also met Travis the one-eyed kitty.  And Travis and I soon became good friends - I gave him head scratches and treats, he gave me nudges and meows.  He even let me be his mommy and gives me the honor of waking up at 6AM to feed him or moving off my pillow so he can sleep there.

Travis is now 19 years old.  A few days ago, he wasn't feeling that well, so we took him to the New York Cat Hospital.  They are taking such good care of him - we visit a couple times a day and see him improving a little bit each day.  But Travis doesn't have as much strength or energy as we'd like, so they added a feeding tube on Wednesday.  A vet tech put hearts on the collar because Travis is a sweetheart, and it's true.  He is so very brave and we love him dearly.

Here's hoping Travis continues feeling better and here's to all of you with pets, whether they have scales, feathers or fur. 

You can see Travis at his much more spry and dashing here.