I found Kiesha in a pet store in 1990, when he was only 7 weeks old. I immediately fell in love, and scraped dimes, nickels, and quarters to bring him home. What a sweet baby he was. So docile and gentle. He got along well with his sister and brother kittys. He was and still is MY Baby Kiesh. At age 14, he started having strokes. I tried so hard to nurse him back to health, but his age was against him. When I took him to the vet the last time, I knew what was coming, but I begged for him to try and save my Baby Kiesh. He told me it was time for him to rest. Kiesha, I had you indivdually creamated and brought you home to occupy a place on the t.v. where you will always be with me. I am so sorry I couldn’t do more for you. When my time comes, I will cross over the Rainbow Bridge, and we will be together forever.
I will always love you.