I got sad news tonight.  My sweet Brandon got out and was killed by a Husky.  When he went to his home, he started running for doors and tonight he got out with Arlene's Huskies and was killed.  I don't really know all the details, but I feel just awful for this.  I'm not mad at Arlene, I understand accidents happen, maybe more so than others, but I'm just having a hard time accepting what has happened.  Brandon was supposed to help Arlene get her cattery going and carry on both Kaidyn and Takarra's line (His mother was Takarra's sister) and in the blink of an eye, that is now all gone.  I'm so heartbroken over this.  I didn't want to let him go, but I told myself it would be ok, that he was going to my trusted friend and breeder and that I would be able to see him whenever I wanted, but I didn't even get to tell him goodbye.  I don't think I was cut out for breeding.  I hate the heartache that comes with it.  How can I send a cat to live with a stranger when I made such a bad choice with Brandon?
Chanda


Cats leave paw prints on your heart,
But Bengals leave love spots on your soul!