Hobbit, a polydactyl Maine Coon, was my fourth rescue kitty, so named for the hair between his toes. He was 8 when I found him; as with many rescues, we did not discover the medical issues—colitis, diabetes, upper respiratory and finally a torn ACL that left him with little mobility. He was a bundle of love, cuddling in bed or lying on my feet, always close by. It was funny to see this 17 pound boy being knocked over by an energetic 11 pound tabby when the boys played. But he did love his brother, Jack. Five years flew by. Four months after Jack passed away from renal failure, Hobbit joined his brother. You never forget the ones you love.