I remember like it was yesterday when we got Tigger. One of my mom's ex friends came by and asked if we could take care of him until we found him a home. So we took him in. He could of been older then 6-8 weeks old. But even then we fell in love with him. We tried finding him a home, but we couldn't find a home for him. We even fell in love with Tigger so we decided to keep him. I remember one time mom was laying down on the couch and Tigger was on her lap. She told me that if the lady said no to taking Tigger, that we would keep him. And when she said no, I was happy because I couldn't part with Tigger because I was hooked. Took him to the vets for his shots and at 5 months he got fixed. Poor kitty. He was a laid back cat with an attitude. He would pick fights with Ashes just to watch Alison run to them, break up the fight, and smack the heck out of Ashes although most of the time it was Tigger who started the fight. When we let our cats outside (used to do it, and we kept close supervision) he once caught a baby bird. Mom wouldn't let him keep it and he gave her such a disappointing look. But Tigger being Tigger forgave us. He also was spoiled. When he wanted attention, he got it. If we were on the computer, he would just jump on top and demanded to be petted. There were a few times when you would defend your home and fought with a cat that we would keep safe when the weather got bad which turned into a temporary home and just like Tigger we fell in love with her and decided to keep her (long story) Everything was fine with Tigger until June of 2008. On June 11, 2008 we were evacuated and we took the cats to the shelter until we found a place to live that took cats. When we did we brought Tigger and the other cats back. When Tigger was younger, the vet detected a small heart murmur and told us not to worry about it. So we didn't and we even forgot about the murmur. Well when we got the cats back they all got upper respiratory infections but Tigger got the blow of it. He went into heart failure and nearly died from it. They even had his body bag ready because they thought that Tigger wasn't going to make it. But he did and was put on lasix. Then after that he was doing well. In March of 2009 our special care vet advised us to put Tigger on a diet. Unaware that Tigger had diabetes at this point we put him on his diet food. A month later Tigger was sick again and had a seizure. We rushed him to his special vets and we had to ask to get a blood test. That showed that he had Diabetes and a urinary tract infection. We treated the infection but for some reason we had trouble getting his blood sugar down. It would be around 364 one check up, around 564 in another, around 306 the next, 691 the one after that, and the last one that we know about was 509. But Thursday night (7/9/09) Tigger threw up all night and by Friday morning his was lifeless and weak. We took him to our regular vet who had to rehydrate him and drew blood. Saturday morning we found out that his Liver was failing. We thought were going to put him down but while we were saying our goodbyes he perked up so we decided to give Tigger another day to see if once again he would pull through. But on Sunday morning (7/12/09) at 8:30 am Tigger passed away from Liver failure brought on from Kidney Failure. His kidneys were failing as well. We didn't know until that night that he passed. For the entire day we thought that he was improving but deep in my heart, I had a feeling that he was gone. I was at church at the time that mom found out 6:30 pm central. I found out when I got home from church. We were devastated. We still are devastated. We buried the following morning. We also put a picture of Tigger on the computer and blew it up so we could frame it. We will always have a memory of Tigger. We thought that it was the food, but the vet tech doubts it since the problem was fixed. Mom still thinks that he may still have to do with the food. But I believe that it wasn't the food that killed him but the fact that he must of been a diabetic longer then we knew.