On the morning of 17 of December, I get news of one of our cats is dead on an adjacent property, killed by dogs. Landlord brought it to me and it turns out to be my personal baby. King Orange Kush was born May 4th, 2016, and he was more than one of a kind. Bigger than a raccoon, my boy was tough. He lived through multiple snake bites and cars hitting him to get taken out by a POS neighbor dog. I have nothing now and I'll never forgive the world for taking my baby. On December 17 at sunset, King was set alight, traveling to the stars on the heat and ashes. I'm sorry baby boy.