I adopted J.J. and Jonathon in April, 1987.
They were feral kittens that a stray momma kitty
brought to me. Both boys are Blue Lynx Points.
J.J. was always a little "scaredy" cat, but he seemed
to get strength from his big brother Jonathon.
(That's why I adopted both of them).
J.J. found a very special place in my heart
and I thought my heart would break when he got sick.
I lost him on August 11, 1996, to Hepatic Lipidosis.
He was only 9 years old.
I had always free fed the cats, so I had no
idea that he wasn't eating.
Since then I have stopped free feeding.
J.J. is buried in my back yard,
under my bathroom window. He has a pastel
pin wheel that squeaks when the wind blows around it.
I like to think that the squeak is J.J. talking to me.
Someday, he will be laid to rest with Samantha,
but for now, he stays close by.
ęCopyright 2000 by Marina