Dingo was my buddy. I got him from the local Humane Society after my other kitty-Kitty O'Kat passed away. We went through everything together. Moving, bad time and good times. He always knew when I was going to have an anxiety attack and he would just stay with me. He loved cheese and yogurt. He would get excited when I asked him if he wanted "cookies" and he would come running for his kitty treats. There will never be another Dingo. They named him that at the shelter. I sure do miss him.
January 19, 2005 — February 12, 2014