FAZELNUT, OUR RESCUE CAT

When our toy poodle, Tinkerbelle, was 17, our daughter, Rebecca, bought home a rescue cat.  Being allergic to cats, and protective of the aging, ailing Tinkerbelle, I protested.  My husband, Richard, was indifferent, if not amused.  As luck would have it, I wasn't  allergic to the cat, newly named Fazelnut (more about that later), and Tinkerbelle and Fazelnut ignored each other.  A few months later, Tinky died.  We were all distraught beyond belief, but Faze definitely helped ease the pain.  Were it not for that occasionally cuddly creature, I would have been severely depressed.   We've now had him for 3 years and he's very much part of the family -- or the ruler at times.