My wife and I had a cat named Rosie, and she loved it when we called her Baby.  She responded to that name more than to Rosie.  She was a Calico Coon Cat from Maine.  She was so sweet and loving, and she had a toy she played with that was a piggy.  She  would lay on her back and talk to it all the time.  She would meow the word "milk" when she wanted some to drink.  At night she would come into our bedroom and love on us before we went to sleep.  She grew up to the age of 10, and she got sick.  We woke up one morning and she was not able to move.  We took her to the animal hospital, and they ran tests on her.  They said she could not be helped, because she had a heart that grew too big and it caused a blood clot that ruptured.  They had to put her to sleep because she was suffering.  God took another angel that night, Rosie because He needed another angel to be up in Heaven with Him.  We are sad and we miss her so much, but we know she is not suffering now.