My Yoshi Puska,whose nickname was "Big Bubba"...was the most gentle and loving soul. He would wake me every morning..walk me to the door when leaving..greet me when I returned home..sleep next to me each night.|
He chose me at the shelter when I was getting a different cat. He licked my finger tips, repeatedly tried to get me to pick him up. I told him "sorry kitty, I am taking this girl home." He jumped on the desk and into my arms..that was it..I left the shelter with 2 cats that day!
My Bubba was 17 years and 5 months old,and passed away after a 6 month illness. He lives on in my Heart!