He was a rescue kitty he came to me emaciated, sick and blind. He had a severe respiratory condition but was a gentle and loving fur baby. He loved for me to rock him and sing him a lullaby. He would great me every morning and reach for me to pick him up and when I returned home at night he was at the door waiting for me. We would sit on the swing on the porch and swing he loved it. In his final moments I wrapped him in his favorite blankie and swung with him singing his favorite Lullaby as he passed away in my arms.