In Oct. 2006, I dropped off a donation at the local Humane Society and walked out with the kitten that turned out to be the love of my life. A big white furball with a gray plume of a tail and a few other gray markings. I had no intention of adopting another cat (already had 3 DSH rescues) but there was just something about Toby that compelled me to take him home.
Toby was the biggest snuggle bug and had the most vibrant Maine Coon personality. He followed me everywhere chirping/trilling/talking the entire time, always "supervising" everything I did. He was always reaching out and touching me with a huge white paw - never far from my side.
He greeted me at the door every night and woke me every morning with headbutts and Toby kisses. Every night he sprawled across my lap, snuggling and sleeping. He was my best friend during some really tough times and I don't know what I'd have done without my Tobinator.
On the morning of 4/13/12, I woke to find my baby boy on the floor outside my bedroom dying from unexpected acute renal failure. After a short but brave battle, I had to make the agonizing decision to let him cross the Bridge. There isn't a day that I don't miss him and cry over his loss.
Was he a Maine Coon mix? I believe he was without a doubt but you tell me. :) I know I'll see my Toby again some day. He can never be replaced but I've since acquired 2 Maine Coon kittens and the girls are doing a good job of filling his big white paws. Caoimhe is now 8 months old and over 9 lbs and Maya is now 5 months old and close to 7 lbs. They bring so much joy and that wonderful Coonie personality that I'd missed so much. :)