I got the call from FH this morning after I arrived to work that Moses died in his arms. I adopted Moses when he was 3 months old. His previous owner was going to euthanize him because Moses had a broken leg. My vet convinced me to take him. I think Moses knew I saved him because he was always so fiercely protective of me and purred so loudly and contently in my arms. I got his name from the 90's song "Jessie" by Joshua Kadison. I heard that song when I was in college and thought it would be cool to have a cat named Moses, but he had to be a typical, "average" looking cat. Moses was a little gray tabby - just the image I had in my mind. He would have been 16 in June. I attached 3 pictures that depict Moses the best: friend and protector. He welcomed baby Layla when I first brought her home from the pound as a timid, little dog. He comforted and cared for Sophie when she had painful dental surgery. He spent the whole week next to her, grooming her and keeping her company.