In Memoriam of Tuna
I found Tuna as a tiny ball of black fluff in a parking lot in Chicago. The first thing he did was bite my thumb with all the strength of a seven-week old kitten. We immediately formed a bond, and I gave him love (and anything else he wanted). My dog Maggie dragged him around the house with his entire head in her mouth, but he didn’t mind.
Tuna had his own sink. That’s the only way he would drink. He screamed until I turned on the water. Later, he moved on to the shower, again meowing furiously until the water rained on him. He drank the drops and licked his paws until satisfied.
He had a strong, loving heart, but he also had a congenital kidney disease. We shared our life for six wonderful years.