Today is my 2nd day of complete and utter disbelief. I woke up at 7:00am yesterday morning to find my 5 year old cat Whitey dead in his little bed. I still don't know what happend. He was so young and so full of energy and life. He was mommy's little boy and he knew it. That's all I would have to say and he would come running over meowing at me. I loved him so much and it hurts so bad that he was taken away from me so young and so suddenly. My 4 year old Labrador Retriever is still wondering why that little pest wasn't standing under him this morning catching all the dry food that would fall out of his mouth and hit the floor. My 5:15 am wake up call never came this morning. It didn't matter, that was the time Whitey wanted his breakfast then he would go sit and look out the window until I was ready to leave for work. He knew that then he was going to get a treat. He would sit with me on the couch curled up while I watched TV and never hesitated to swat or bite my husband when he walked by. He never wanted him to bother him, especially when he was hanging out with me. The dog even got his fair share of bites and swats, even though deep down they loved one another. Whitey was an absoulute joy. I got him as a kitten from my parents when my husband and I were only married a few months. He was a little terror at first, climbing the Christmas tree, knocking things off the dresser in the middle of the night, but he came to be one of the most loving animals anyone could have ever asked for. I will miss and think of him everyday of my life!