I found my furbaby a few years ago. She was tied up near a shopping center. I took her home and did not intend to keep her, only wanted her to go find a no kill shelter. I think she decided I was keeping her. She sat on her hunches and picked up her paws to me and cried. I named her "Precious". I told this story before but forgot a few things. I miss coming home and have her greeting me. Jumping on the couch and nuzzling. I miss kissing her little belly. The year she died my human sister and brother died. Three weeks apart, she helped a lot. Her grandma is in a nursing home now. Well that is it for now.