In 2013, a ragged, sick little stray black cat meandered into our back yard, and after a month of feeding him, we made him family. He stole our hearts from "meow." Named Rico, after my dad, he was sick and wanting love. During the next 7 years, he gave and received love, and fought with us and our heaven-sent vet to come back from many asthma attacks, bladder blockage, and upper respiratory infections. But he loved and trusted us, and we never gave up on him until it was absolutely necessary and he just could not bounce back to enjoy a quality of life any longer. Years of steroid relief had taken its toll, and finally, just a few days ago, July 18, 2020, we had to give our exhausted little guy relief. He had developed heart disease in addition to his COPD. Rico was 9 y/o, and we will never regret the years of precious life and joy and care we were blessed to share with him. We are devastated by his absence and the joy of that little boy's big personality. Rico, run and play with endless energy! We are rejoicing with you and for you. We love you to the moon and back!
SUN CITY CENTER, FL