Eleven years ago, on the day before Thanksgiving, I was adopted by a grey and white Maine Coon, the most bedraggled, skin and bones cat I've ever seen.  He had been rescued from a forest preserve on Long Island where he had been dumped by a family that did not want him.  He had never learned to hunt and he was next to death by starvation when they found him.  I brought him home and named him Mumford.

On August 14, 2007 I lost my best friend! Nonna was her name and she was the prettiest yellow lab I have ever seen. She came in to my life when I lost my grandma and brought me so much joy.

These two babies were taken from me March 12, 2008 when they were attacked by a big dog.  I threw myself onto the large dog and pulled him backwards on me. Then my little dog Liddy  jumped in to help me. 

I lost my Jasper in January, 2008. He was a very lovable cat and I miss him very much.

My husband buried Jasper in the flower garden we have in honor of my dad. We will always love and miss him dearly.