I could barely stand as we read a poem over my kitty Purty's grave..I had grieved so over the cat before her that I was not going to have another but circumstances made her mine for several years and there I went again.I have never loved a kitty more.I miss her still.
A starving stray is my latest owner..She was so pathetic, sick and scared and my daughter insisted we take her in..tough to do as getting her in the house was a real trick,it took weeks, much less catching her and putting her in a carrier to go to the vet..
That was months ago and though she is not the cuddler like my other kitties, she is the class clown and gives endless entertainment..Go to the humane society and look for a new kitty..I was absolutely not going to do that..I guess God had to put that starving stray in my path to open me to the possibility of losing my heart again. I am thankful.
That's how I got Magic Bear... I fed him outside before a year before he would even let me touch him. He was hungry, his long fur was a mess, and he was so twitchy he'd obviously been abused.
I had him for fourteen years before he passed away at 19. He turned out to be the sweetest, most loving cat I've ever had.