by Lynn Brown
Big Tom was a hulking 20 pounds of pure love and affection. I called him my "roastie toastie" because his huge body would lay next to mine, keeping me warm on a cold winter night. How I will miss that. I found him as a stray, looking for food and someone to love. Big Tom didn't look like your average cat, more like a pot-bellied pig with his huge body and short legs. Old age brought diabetes and finally kidney failure. I miss him every minute of every day, and will do so until we meet again. Rest in peace old man.