[livingwith]

I first met Twain on the back porch of my apartment. He liked to sun himself there, and would disappear every time I came out. Little by little he acclaimated to me, and feeding him some tuna/salmon helped.

One night, an unusually hot one in San Francisco, I left the back door open for some breeze. Watching a PBS documentary on Mark Twain, he marched in and jumped on the futon with me. That was the beginning.
That’s how he got his name. Soon I took Twain to the vet. That’s where I...Read the full article

[fenzy]

I am so sorry for your loss.

[djohnson381]

Thanks for sharing your story. My sympathy for the loss of your Twain--remember seven years of companionship.