After losing my cat of 13 years to a busted artery in his chest, the grieving process for me and his biological brother was horrendous.None of us had been apart since the day the born, except minus day trips, or work.Never for
more then a couple days at a time.Shortly after he had passed away, in walked a kitten, a very tiny kitten through the doors of my work place and no one saw her do it.She was feral, that I could tell and I had heard there was a litter of kittens across the street under a storage building.Some how she sneaked away from her mother, and managed to cross the busy intersection, and walk right into my store.I kept hearing little cries, but I could not find her. Once I finally did, she would not let me near her.I got a can of cat food from the shelf and opened it trying to coax her out from where she was hiding, and it worked.I snatched her up, took her to my office and fed and watered her. The local vet's office is right beside my work place, I took her over there, and asked if they could hold her.They said they could, but I'd have to get her by closing time. I agreed to foster her until she was old enough to be spayed, and then through web sites, maybe someone would give her a good home. It was not an hour after bringing her home, I realized I could never part with her. I think to this day, it was not I that rescued her, it was her that rescued me. I was still missing Oreo so much,she helped eased that pain. I believe Oreo sent her to me, so I could once be happy.
Mineral Wells, WV
