I had my cat Jasper for 17 years. From a tiny ball of fluff to a grumpy old man. Lots of health issues over the years. The vet said she didn't expect him to get more than a couple years after his last bit of heart issues, but he lived another 5. So much love. The day we put him to sleep was one of the hardest days I've ever lived through. My heart was just so broken. My husband and I packed up all the toys, food bowls and the water fountain.
A month or so later, I had to go to the pet store for fish food. We kept a small aquarium for Jasper's viewing pleasure. Lo and behold there was an adoption event going on. I walked hesitantly though the kennels and the volunteer asked me if she could help. "Any tabby babies?" I asked. Then there was Jack, or Kix as the shelter had named him. He purred the moment I touched him and the tears came streaming down. I had my husband meet me there on his was home from work and he loved him immediately as well. We brought him home that day and have been made more whole ever since. Minnie and Calvin have since joined the family and we all couldn't be happier. I still miss Jasper everyday. But sweet Jack helped to lessen the pain and reminded me to think about all of the good memories.
ONTARIO, CA
