My dog Twinkie and I were going for an evening walk in our rural village. It was getting dark, so we were about to head home. That's when I heard a loud (but tiny) meow!
I looked over and there was a tiny orange kitten crying for help as he walked from the bushes. Twinkie, a Bichon mix who was on her leash, ran toward the kitten, who stood on his hind legs and spit with his claws out. Then he turned to slowly slink away. I grabbed him as his mother would, by the scruff of his neck, and put him in my coat and hugged him. He immediately started purring and did not try to get away.
I took him to the vet the next day. He had a goopy eye that was infected and a lung infection that took two rounds of antibiotics to clear up.
He has been the most loving cat I've ever had (I've had 13 cats), and he's now 7-years-old. Unfortunately, he has a nasal lymphoma and isn't expected to live much longer, but you wouldn't know it watching him hunt and play and eat.
He will be sorely missed by the entire village who has gotten to know and love him. I named him Golden because it was a golden moment when he found me. He has brought us so much love.
CORBETT, OR
