Zoe, my beautiful silver and black kitty, was adopted from the humane society in 1998 when she was 6 months old. She grew to be an intelligent, loving, attentive, playful, helpful, adoring kitty. She was one of the smartest cats I have ever known, she trained me in a very short time. She played fetch, came running when you called and always greeted me at the door when I arrived home from work. Early in 2001 we discovered a lump on her right hind quarter. We had it removed and hoped that was the end of it. Within a few weeks the vet told us it had been diagnosed as a fibrous sarcoma. By July it had returned. From this point I treated her extra special. She lasted with me until late September when the lump proved to be too much for her delicate skin to contain. She was peacefully put to sleep and buried in our front yard under the bird feeder so she can continue to watch the birds and where I can see her everyday.