About 5 months ago, my mom passed away after a long 2 and a half months in the hospital. She was my only parent, and really my only family. Her passing hit hard and so did my 21st birthday a few months afterwards.
About two weeks ago, a friend of mine decided to sober up, so I offered to clean his house. His ex had a few cats, and in a drugged out haze, she kicked them out and tried to run them off. One found a home with a healthy friend, but the other was hiding. Day 1, a heartbreaking cry comes from the bushes, and I spot this malnourished but adorable black cat. I found a can of tuna inside and left it out for her, but she stayed away. The next day I came back, this time with a bag of cat food. She was crying as we drove up, and she ran straight for the food. After she ate, she came right up to me mewing and rubbed up against my leg, allowing me to pet her. She was so grateful.
I decided that if she was meant to come home with me, she’d be there when I finished. A few hours later, I opened the door and she was sitting on the steps, waiting. As soon as she saw me, she started meowing again, timidly coming up to me. Decision was made. She was not terribly happy in the carrier, but the more I talked to her, the more she calmed down.
It’s been about a week now, and she’s getting healthier by the day. I’ve also come to realize she loves to steal my pillows at night! Shes so cuddly, and so playful. At first, I thought that I saved her. Which I did, I won’t deny that. But she saved me, too. She’s given me unconditional love and affection, and has helped me grieve. She is amazing, and I am so grateful she chose me! I know my mom’s looking down on me smiling. She always said I’d become a rescuer.
Shay
Vernon, BC, Canada