Baby grace was 10 years old. And when her mother gave birth to her and her litter mates I was there and had to help deliver the 4 new borns. As Brat (the mother) was pushing she was clawing and biting me as I gently pulled each kitten out. There was 3 gray and 1 siamese. I ended up keeping all 4 of them. Grace was the runt who cut in line of coming out. She had to fight all of her life to stay alive. She had many difficulties to over come. But she fought the good fight up until the very end. She was spoiled rotten. She very seldom got into trouble. Rather she started it or not and the 3 boys got the blame. I have at least 10,000 dollars invested in Grace. And was worth every penny I put towards her. Now it's been 3 weeks since she has been gone. And I miss her so much that I still get emotional every time I go into my house or sit in my chair. Waiting for her to come running over to me and cuddle up with me. But she's not here. She was my life, my reason for living. Now that she's gone I no longer go into my house. I did have her cremated and she is on my table. But it's not the same. I want her back the way she was. She will always be in my thoughts, prayers, and heart forever. I loved Baby Grace so much that it hurts. R.I.P. BABY GRACE