One morning in late June 2004, I woke up with the feeling I needed a blue-eyed kitten and his name would be Viggo. I told Chris (who is not a fan of cats, but likes kittens-and loves me enough to let me have one) and begged a little bit and off to the Humane Society we went. Sure enough we found a litter of 3 blue-eyed kittens. Two boys and a girl. I chose the one with a big dark spot on his nose. Adoption time was over so we had to come back the next day. Chris had to work so I got a sitter and convinced my sister-in-law (who does not like cats at all) to come with me. We got there and saw that all the kittens were still there so we got in the adoption line. As we were standing in the line a little boy walked through the doors and he was holding the kitten I had picked out! I was bummed for a second then realized that the other one was really mine. So we adopted the other brother who was just as cute, but without the unique spot on his nose. I was so excited and knew he was meant to be mine.
This morning Chris found him on the side of the road in our grass as he was leaving with our 3 older kids to church. Needless to say, they didn't go. We put him in a box and Chris was wonderful and dug a hole in our backyard. We wrote notes to him and read them to him and put them in his box. We are so sad he is gone and are still in shock.
Goodbye Viggo. We love you so much and will miss you!
