Arrival Story: Strays had a way of finding our home when I was growing up. Tippy (1962-1970?) was my first pet. He followed me everywhere and he was my best friend. He ran away when we moved in 1970. I was 10 years old and heartbroken. I still think of him quite often. Pep, Pokey, and Jenny all found their way to our home in the early seventies. They got along quite well and all lived into their teens . Big Boy was rescued from a field, he was hurt and starving. Mom and Dad nursed him back to health, but he died suddenly after being there only a short while. Runner's life was cut short when she was hit by a car. King lived a good life till cancer took him. Jo-Jo ran away when I was a baby, but while he was around he guarded my crib. To get to me you had to go through him. They were all loved very much and are sadly missed.