When we went to the SPCA to make a donation for the Katrina animals, we didn't expect to fall in love. The very next day we adopted Jack, the sweet, shy, fluffy little kitten. He was the most beautiful, playful, loving cat. He was my baby. The way he would lay in the strangest positions and still look comfortable, and his squeaky little meow would melt my heart. When he got so sick from eating thread we did all we could to save him, but it was his time to go. Holding my little pirate while he was euthanized was the hardest thing I've ever done. I miss him so much. The world is darker without Jack in it.