This Thursday, June 9th, would have been Tyler's seventeenth birthday. Seventeen. Is that his actual birthday? Not really. I adopted him, as you know, on December 9th, 2000. I was told he was a year and a half at the time, so, being the math genius that I am, I made his birthday, by default, June 9th, 1999 since they did not know his actual birthday. Could he have been older? Possibly. Didn't matter to me, he had a birthday and that was that. This Thursday also marks the second year that I am celebrating Tyler's birthday without him. I'm sure Tyler is having the party of his life at the Rainbow Bridge, with plenty of his favorite food, toys, nip, and Tiger to keep him company. Tyler was always the center of attention, he wouldn't want it any other way. Please join me this Thursday in honoring the greatest cat that ever lived. Tyler. Happy birthday old man. It's just not the same without you. Rarely a second goes by where I don'...