*sigh* I don't know how to start this. When I went out in the porch to feed the two tom cats this morning since they aren't allowed in the house anymore (they pee on everything), I went into the furnace room where the cat food is and my cat BJ wasn't there like he usually is. He hadn't been for 3 days and there were a bunch of flies out there and it smelled bad. I didn't think much of it because it's our garbage room that we use before carrying it to the dump. I went inside and asked my dad if he could go find BJ because I was worried about him. My dad went out and a few minutes later, he came back and my mom asked if he found him. My dad replied with a sullen "Yeah". My mom and I both asked at the same time, "Is he alright?" and my dad answered, "No, he's not. He's dead." >< I broke down completely. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor screaming, "No!! BJ!! My baby!!" My dad had found him in a box. We aren't sure what happened. He might of had heart failure from fighting with Danny, his brother, or maybe he was just sickly and we didn't know it...either way, I've made a tribute to him. [link] Please look at it >< I want people to know what he looked like...the other cats in the pictures are his siblings...