When I was 13, I found a litter of abandoned kittens behind the shed in my parents backyard. There were 5 of them, and they were all too scared to come out (even when I offered them a bowl of kitten food). All but Kenny, the runt of the litter. He had these big beautiful eyes that took up the majority of his face. Without any fear, he crept right up beside me, and crawled into my lap. He was my best friend ever since.
I went to college, and got married. My husband hated cats, but I assured him that Kenny was not your average kitty. Kenny was like a dog. He'd come to you when you called him. He was super intelligent. He'd open cabinets, and doors (God only knows how). But best of all Kenny was a lover not a fighter, and soon he was sitting in my husbands lap turning on his gentleman-like charm. We became a family of 3.
Sir Reginald Kenneth Hugo was our little gentleman until the very end. He left us suddenly, but Kenny will always be "my favorite Kenny of all the Kennys". We love you brown bear.
