He was almost blind, had severe brain damage, stomach issues, and a heart murmur that turned into congestive heart failure. He was born with these issues and his mom abandoned him. A former neighbor begged me to take him in because the shelters in our area wanted to kill him because he weighed less than 1 pound. I carried him around with me for a week to make sure he got fed enough and was doing well enough to be left alone.

Despite his issues, he was so lovable and good. He did like to pull pranks every so often.

He liked to steal slices of pizza, eat the cheese off of it, then leave the soggy slice where he knew I’d step on it.

He’d also smack me on the butt and run away.

He liked to wear bowties and would show everyone how dapper he looked.

His best friend was a wild cat bird. He and the bird would meow at each other through the window.

His fur changed colors and length drastically three times and we have no idea why.

He thought he was great at hiding, but he couldn’t see, so he’d be in plain sight and we’d all be like, “where’s jynxy? He is such a good hider!” And then he’d jump at use and meow like, “here I am!”

He knew his heart medicine was important and would remind me when it was medicine time.

Lil dude was my whole world. He died 2 years ago but I still cry like once a month over him.