My furbaby was abandoned by his mother when he was only a few hours old, so I took him home with me. When they are that little they have to be fed every two hours for the first 8 weeks of their life. So every two hours I fed him with a baby bottle. I was fortunate to have a boss that allowed me to bring him in every day and keep in a box in my office. I named him Cajun Spice. When he was 6 months old he got into anti-freeze. I took him in to an emergency clinic. His blood pressure was so low it didn't register and his gums were turning blue. I asked the vet if he would make it through the night and the vet didn't know. Well he did make it through the night and the next morning I took him in to the regular vet that I used. There were three vets that worked in the clinic and they had been in practice for 15 years. I was told that out of all the cats that had been seen by the vets that had gotten into anti-freeze only two had survived. My cat and one other one and the other one had liver and kidney damage. Because I raised Cajun Spice on a baby bottle he was the most affectionate cat I had ever seen. When I took him into to the vet for his yearly shots the doctor always laughed at me because I couldn't stand to see him get a shot. I would go into the exam room with him but I had to turn my back when he got his shots. One of the things that always astounded me was that no matter what time of the day I came home from work he was always waiting for me at my front door. When I would take a bubble bath he would come and sit on the edge of the tub and stick his paws in the water and flick his paws at me. He didn't climb trees and he never caught a mouse. He didn't like tuna or milk. And if he got made at me for something he would wait until I was sitting in a chair watching TV, he would stand in front of me and turn his back to me, and poop right in front of me then just walk off. When he was 12 years old he developed a brain tumor. It grew quickly and within a few weeks it affected his eating and drinking. I made an appointment with the vet to have him put asleep. My appointment was on a Friday. I took the entire week off work and stayed home with him. I literally spent every minute of that week laying on the couch with him in my arms. When I took him in to the vet he explained that they would give him a shot and he would go to sleep in a few minutes and just not wake up. The vet asked me if I wanted to stay with him until he was gone. Even though it was the hardest thing I ever did I knew it would be the last thing I could ever do for him. So I held him in my arms until he was gone. I had him cremated and his ashes are in a small pine box. I had a plaque made for him with his name and dates and had it mounted on the little box. I have written my final instructions for my death and in those instructions I have made a note that upon my death Cajun Spice's ashes are to be put in my coffin.

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