Alright, so nearly 20 years ago, my mom brought home an all-white, 6-month-old, mishandled kitten. Well, if you know my mom, then this was not an uncommon event. However, this kitten would turn out to be incredibly different from the rest. He hardly left her side, and when he couldn't find her, he would wander around the house with a meow that always sounded like "MOM?" He always went everywhere that she went. All of her adventures on planes, boats, and islands, he was there for all of it. Unfortunately, even knowing that time is a thief and one day the time to say goodbye would come creeping up, no one could really prepare any of us for how hard it was going to be this time. Hammi isn't just my mom's cat. He became my brother and a huge part of our family. I believe that adopting that little mishandled kitten saved both my mom's and Hammi's lives.

Now that Hammi has passed, the worst part is that I know how badly this is going to hurt her, and I just want to help her through this extremely dark, hard time as much as I can. We are going to be looking to get him cremated once we can hopefully cover the cost.