Lucy had been abandoned at a local neighborhood park. We noticed her when we walked our dog but thought she was just a kitty on the prowl. She waited there for days for them to return. I am certain she was scared and confused when she made her way a few blocks to my house. She was skinny and very shy. I put food and water out for her every day. It took quite a while for her to trust humans again. The day my mother died, Lucy showed up and let me pick her up as if to comfort me. She had never let me touch her before. My mother's name was Lucille and I named her Lucy for my late mother. I believe at that moment we saved each other. I can't imagine life without her. Those horrible people who left her to fend for herself don't realize the gift they lost and I happily received.

Deanne
Greensburg, PA