I had a Siamese cat, Daisy, whom we got with her brother when I was in Grade 6, she lived until she was 22 when I finally had to have her 'put to sleep'. Her brother lived til he was 18 when he developed cancer. Then a cat, a Havana Brown, who lived til he was 16. We got him when Daisy was 21. All three of these cats were extremely loving. The Havana Brown walked on a leash, followed me around the house like a dog, was extremely intelligent, went camping with us, travelled in the car. He was amazing. I had to let the vet kill him after they told me he had a bladder stone and they operated to remove it, they didn't find a bladder stone but he had a stroke from the operation and I lost him. I did not have to pay for the operation but I lost something I truly loved. I now have a dog and three cats and a love bird. Not one of these cats compares to the other three but I love them anyway.
