In 1989, I lived in Anchorage, Alaska. I walked by the pet store one day, and in the window, there was a tiny gray fluff ball with little black dots and stripes all over him. He was no bigger than my hand. I took him home and named him Sir Bozworth Rugglesby. We grew together - me, Boz, and Garfield (my Siamese). We soon moved to Utah and added Princess Rowdie to our family. Life was wonderful! We went to Turkey with my husband who is in the Air Force. Boz loved it! He loved to go outside and watch people go by. He loved the screened in porch. We got back to New York and spent the summer with my parents. Boz loved his "Grandpa". "Grandpa" let them out on the porch from sun up to sun down. Eventually we moved to New Mexico. Not soon after, we lost Garfield to cancer. Boz became very depressed with the loss of his friend, and Princess Rowdie couldn't make him smile again. We eventually added Tigger Roo to our family. Boz loved Tigger Roo. Tigger Roo kept him young. Finally, we moved to Lubbock, Texas, so I could go to nursing school. Boz was king of the castle. He loved to run out the door, through the garage, and into the sunlight meowing all the way as if to say "Yeah, I am outside". Boz loved his life. He played with his brother and sister, and his two cousins, Simba and Maverick. All was right with our world. On 2/2/00, Boz hid away from me during the day. When I found him, I knew something was wrong. He meowed and wanted me to hold him. I called the vet, and she came and picked up my Boz. If I had known I would never kiss him, pet him, or feeling him drool in affection as he kissed me, I wouldn't have let him go. On the morning of 2/3/00, the vet called me. She said she had done everything she could, but he went downhill too fast. My world collapsed. Boz was gone and out of my life as if just a puff of smoke. For 11 years, Boz had been my boy, my cuddle bunny on the pillow at night, and the first one to greet me at the door and fight me for the bean bag chair. My world collapsed. As I write this today, the grief is still fresh. I am angry at God for taking my Boz, but I know He wanted Boz to be with Garfield at the Rainbow Bridge. My life is a little brighter as we added two new additions to our family to get us through - Stockton and Malone. They make me smile, but my tears still flow and my heart still breaks. Boz is gone. The only bright spot I have is that Boz, Garfield, and Roscoe are waiting for us. We will cross the Rainbow Bridge together and live in Heaven forever and ever never to be parted again. People may laugh and say "He's just a cat", but for me, Boz was my little boy. We were not blessed with children, but I was blessed with Garfield, Boz, Roscoe, Princess Rowdie, Tigger Roo, Jazz, and now Stockton and Malone. My grief will always be there until I see Boz again. I just wanted someone to know.