So I just got the call from my mother about my beloved Reno. My quirky tabby that I rescued from the street, I watched him open his eyes and bottle fed him myself. I was barely a sophomore in high school when I decided to take him in, after my idiot cousins had orphaned him from his mother by stealing him; and I never expected that he would teach me the value of a life. When life became more real and I chose to move from NY to Arizona, leaving Reno with my mother was hard but I understood that she helped just as much as I did and that he would be our connection. A connection that Osteosarcoma is trying to take from us. 

I just hope he doesn't think I abandoned him. I want him to know I love him and I'm doing what I can to make sure he's happy. All I can do is teach my mother how to use Skype so I can at least see him and make sure he's ok.