I adopted Dodson from HART in early 1993, just a few months after my previous cat, Diesel, had died. Dodson was about 8 weeks old and would fit in the palm of my hand. His mother had been killed, I was told, and he and his brother and sister had been taken in by a woman who bred dogs when just a week or two old. He ended up quite tall, long and lean. I never had a black and white cat before. As you can see he was quite handsome.
Dodson was always quiet and shy. He did not like any conflict. He was always extremely well behaved, kind and very polite. He traveled well and, when he had medical issues, tolerated treatment and pills with grace. He was on sub-q fluids for 6 years. He was with me for almost 19 years and took good care of me. While he was with me I started and finished graduate school, got married, lost the last of my grandparents, changed jobs and became no longer young. He always made me happy. Cancer finally got him. But he handled that well, too. My wife and I miss him. Thank you introducing us.