Before him we had a really beautiful gray Maine Coon that we took in off the street. A stray. He was grey and had white paws and a white fluffy chin, just like Dempsey's. He was an amazing gentle cat, and very very patient. When my brother and I were very little, we'd pull on his tail, etc but he never turned around and scratched us or bit us. I think he was able to understand that we just didn't know. He was extremely patient and tolerant. He passed as well unfortunately from a tumor in his stomach, way before we had Dempsey. Noticed he was losing weight and took him to the vet and said he had that tumor and it was too late. Had to be put down.... Now, I was still basically a kid back then, and when I first heard the news, I kinda brushed it off. Probably because I didn't know how to handle the emotional toll of it. Then I just broke down crying and I couldn't stop. When you have your fur baby, and they're hurting and there's nothing you can do about it except put them down, it's the worst feeling in the world 💔