Tiger, 2 1/2 months old.
I found Tiger along with 3 of his siblings under my neighbors porch.
He was different from the other 3.
I don't know how, maybe I just liked him because of his pattern.
I've always liked tiger stripped cats.
But, anyway. There was something about Tiger.
He was more curious, and innocent.
He was the runt of the litter, and he had these amazing, giant round eyes.
I noticed that Tiger was breathing a little faster than compared to his siblings.
I didn't really take note of it, until a week later when someone brought it to my attention.
The next day we took him to the vet, and got him X-rays.
Turns out he had a diaphragmatic hernia.
His intestines were going under his heart, and he had multiple other problems.
He was apparently born like this.
A few weeks later, we brought him in for surgery.
He unfortunately died from cardiac arrest tonight..
The surgery was a success, but I guess his little heart couldn't take it..
I gave Tiger the best life I could possibly give him.
He was never in pain.
He was always so happy, and cheerful.
Even when we were at the vet earlier, he was purring, and playing.
I miss him dearly.
I always thought the first cat I would know to die would be my first cat.
But, I guess it figures that I do rescues, it would be a rescue.
Anyway, I hope that he is happy, wherever he is, and he is at Peace.
Rest in peace, Tiger.
I love you to pieces.