Whitey was my brother, the love of my life. He was with me through everything- we grew up together, and he was always there to catch my tears in his fur. Whitey was with me from kindergarten through my first year of college. I was lucky enough to be with him when he died, and in his eyes I knew that he loved me for taking care of him…as much as I loved him for taking care of me all these years. I love you my little mister, you are forever in our hearts.