I am sitting here today realizing that I will have to put my sweet Tuttle to sleep as he has been diagnosed as having a heart tumor. To know my Tuttle is to remember his best friend Mooshu. I got Mooshu at a Pet Store and he was about 2 pounds of sick kitten. Taking him to the vet, he didn't know if he would make it as he had an upper respiratory infection and not much kitten to fight it with. BUT he fought and as we were moving at the time, as soon as he was well enough, I put a leash on him and we took our first airplane ride. He was great under the seat and he loved going around the airport, getting people to notice him. Mooshu loved to walk outside with his leash and most every night he would go to the door to do our usual walk. We lived in a planned community with a 'fake' lake and we would walk to just about the lake, where he could see the geese and then he would turn around to go home (I think the geese were both an interest and scare to him). Everyone got to know him on these daily walks and he was never afraid of the dogs, who usually just couldn't figure out what he was. Moosh was my constant companion and a very loving guy. When he was about 9 years old he was diagnosed with diabetes and hospitalized for about a week. I would go in every day and sing songs to him and hold him. There was a stray kitten in there at the same time and Moosh seemed to like him, so when the vet asked if I would take him home, I said yes. Mooshu and Tuttle came home together, and as I didn't realize that Tuttle had never been in a house or probably never with people, it was scary. Tuttle ran out of his cage and all over the house knocking over every thing and just being very wild. I put him back in the cage (not an easy thing) and left him in the bedroom with Mooshu. It did not take long for the kitten to really love Mooshu and he actually would jump on Mooshu and take little rides around the house. It was so very good for Mooshu to have this kitten around to keep him going, as diabetes was making it hard for him. I gave Mooshu 2 shots of insulin a day and for about 4 years we did very well. But then my beloved Mooshu started to have seizures and when he was blind and still seizing two days later, I had to let him go. I miss him with all my heart. Now five years after he is gone, Tuttle will be going to be with him. I can picture them playing and being happy together. I am just so very very sad to have to let Tuttle go, he is still a young cat and only in the last few years has he come to be petted and snuggles with me, I now know he has a great purr. I love my boys, they are the best. Be free my beloved pets. I hope someday I will see you again.