As some of you may recall from my previous article, our cat of nearly fourteen years, Tiger, passed away. We were going to wait a while until we welcomed another furbaby into our home, but I couldn't stand being alone so much during the day. I missed Tiger keeping me company between calls, his playfulness, his unconditional love. In my forty years, I've never lived alone, and I've hardly ever have been alone for more than an hour, and the silence was deafening. It made the pain of loss that much worse.
So a few days before Mother's Day while scanning PetFinder (a site that features rescues), I came across a beautiful little girl born March 12th whose description matched all of our needs down to the letter. I talked to my husband Ron, and we agreed for me to put in an application online. We were approved right away, and on Sunday, Mother's Day itself, we went to go meet that sweet little girl named Holly. We fell in love and took her home!
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Puppy cat!
