He was found him at a PetsMart after he was rescued from the garbage (people can be so cruel). He required medical care to get him healthy because of the way he had been living. He was so tiny he pretty much fit in your hand.

It's funny, when he was at the checkout counter with lots of other people, he kept looking at me and flirting -- he'd roll over on his back and talk to me while reaching out to me through the cage with a tiny little paw. It's like he knew I was to be his mom. Well, being the big softy that I am, I couldn't resist him. He was obviously right!

The first responsibility, of course, was to our three other kitties so we had him tested before bringing him home. Thankfully, he didn't have anything we couldn't deal with. He did end up with a high fever, a respiratory infection and some sort of intestinal bug. It took us quite a while to get his digestive system working properly.

Now he's a happy, healthy kitty that's part lover boy and part devil. The only problems he has from being so ill is that he's not your typical, graceful puss. He will slide into walls when playing and fall off of the couch, etc., but other than that, he's as smart as they come. And, I think you can see that he no longer has a digestive problem.

The first morning, the farmer with the female pigs got up at 5:00 a.m., loaded the pigs into the family station wagon, which was the only vehicle they had left, and drove the thirty miles. While the pigs were mating, he asked the other farmer, "How will I know if they're pregnant?" The other farmer replied, "If they're in the grass grazing in the morning, then they're pregnant, if they're in the mud, then they're not.

The next morning they were rolling in the mud, so he hosed them off, loaded them again into the family station wagon and proceeded to try again. The following morning, MUD again!!

This continued all week until one morning the farmer was so tired that he couldn't get out of bed. He called his wife and said, "Honey, look outside and tell me if the pigs are in the mud or in the field."

"Neither," yelled his wife, "they're in the station wagon and one of them is honking the horn!"

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

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