The youngest (8 almost 9 yrs old) of my two kitties, named Minnie (yes she was named that because she was small) developed chronic kidney failure and went downhill really quickly. I ended up saying goodbye to her as she was put to sleep on a cold Monday afternoon in February. Thankfully she was able to be held, loved, and kissed throughout the process.
After a couple days passed, my mom happened to be looking at cats on a shelter website. She read the description of this 5 month old torti named Gloria and told me: "I've found your kitty!" I knew eventually I wanted to have two again and was skeptical about getting someone so soon. But I went with my mom to the shelter 75 miles away to go check out this little kitty, who was very cute.
Before we had left I had called and talked to the shelter to get a little more information on Gloria. She had been adopted out once before and been returned for being too bitey. This later got her put on a bite hold at the shelter. I decided we would see her anyway.
When I first saw her I knew she was mine. She was adorable and totally unafraid of anything. She was also very spunky, a fearless explorer, and a rough player, hence her return to the shelter for being too bitey. She came home with us that day and her name remained Gloria. Gloria was a happy name, she was a happy thing, and it suited her.
With time Gloria and I worked together to reduce her rough play. All she needed was someone who knew kitties and would work with her.
Today she is a happy, spunky, still fearlessly exploring 3 yr old that sleeps on my pillow every night while her adopted feline sister Annie sleeps at the foot of the bed. She races to the door to great me when I get home from work. This wonderful little bundle of love and kisses came from a shelter to heal my heart with her unconditional love. I rescued her? No, she rescued me.
LINCOLN, NE
