T.B.O.
T.B.O. was my sweetest baby, my best friend for 19 years. My old boyfriend's nephews rescued a litter of 3 newborn kittens when they visited me in LA and named him The Big One because he was twice as big as the other two. I kept the whole litter and shortened his name to T B.O. i enlisted neighbors and co-workers to help bottle fed the kittens every 2 hours.
He was very sick at one point when he was young and almost died. It was my sister Laura, an emergency room vet, who diagnosed him long distance at 4 in the morning after i woke her up, and saved his life. Laura saved his life quite a few times.
T.B.O. loved me the most of the three and always wanted to be with me. He loved the outdoors and had many night time adventures. But he always came back. We were so attached. He was so active and fit and seemed much younger than his years. He loved sitting in my lap. And our favorite thing was sleeping until noon or later on weekends He would tap the covers like he was knocking on the door to come in. And he would sleep there, cuddled with me.
I miss him more than I can bear. Thank you everyone for your support and sharing this grief with me.
