Jonathan came to us when he was found on a street corner in bad shape. I brought him home, took a closer look at him, and took him went straight to the hospital. My beloved Dr. Han found him to have a badly broken jaw. He didn't operate immediately, wanting to build his strength up a bit first. Dr. Han let me spend time with him. He called me the next day to say that Jonathan had died. Bless him. He was much loved while in our care. A dear friend wrote the most beautiful poem about him.