My wife and I went to the animal rescue to get a kitten to help my wife's depression. As it turned out there wasn't enough room in the puppies area, so this cute little puppy was in a cat cage crying out to be taken. We took a kitten, Kukla, and the puppy, Spiker. They were lifelong friends. More like mother (cat) and son.
Spiker came to work with me every day and when we came home Kukla would lick his snout and his paw, which he would hold up for her. They were always an inspiration and a joy. The center said they thought Spiker would become 35 pounds, he grew to 95 pounds and lived 12 years. Kukla remained small and lived 21 years. I miss them both incredibly.
New York, NY
