A couple of years ago my husband and I rescued a little orange boy kitten from the countryside in northern Durham Region. He was hungry, scruffy, and in urgent need of medical care. At the same time, my husband started chemotherapy for his cancer. The kitten, Squiggy, became my husband’s chemo buddy, never leaving his side day or night. Both were nursed back to health, or so we thought. The day after my husband got the news that he no longer needed chemotherapy, Squiggy crashed. After a valiant fight which included a blood transfusion and ICU care, Squiggy passed away at 8 months old. It seemed as if our kitten angel, Squiggy, was sent to keep my husband company and now that his job was done it was time for him to leave us.