Nearly 30 years ago, I helped implement an adoption program for the family-owned pet supply stores where I worked. That's where my precious Ragdoll, Bacall, entered my life, & my heart. Her mother was a gorgeous show cat who won dozens of blue ribbons, & who was very pregnant when she was brought to us. One week after arriving, at 2a.m, she delivered 4 gorgeous babies, my Bacall being the last to be born, & the tiniest. I brought her home to join my 2 other rescue kitties, a mother/daughter Siamese mix, & she became fast friends with Bogie, the younger of the two. She also made it known that I belonged to her. Through the years she was my shadow, my buddy, always just a few feet from my side. When Bogie's Mom, Pee, passed at 21 y.o., Bacall comforted me. A year later Bogie passed, she was only 12 y.o., & though my heart was breaking, it was my turn to comfort Bacall. She seemed lost without her sister. Just when we were getting back to normal, I suffered a couple of mini-strokes that effected the pain center in my brain, causing my entire L side to feel intense pain 24/7. Meds helped control it for several years, & when I had bad days Bacall could sense it, & she'd stick to me like glue. I would have gone crazy at times, if it weren't for my baby. She was more comforting than my husband. In Sept. 2010, Bacall fell ill. For 7 weeks the vet tried to figure out what was wrong with her, diagnosing her with 4 or 5 conditions before they finally told me she had intestinal lymphoma. By then, it was too late to try any treatment. I had to say goodbye 10/20/10. She was 19 y.o. I know I'll see her again, & I try use her memory to keep me going.