Adopting Bailey and Lucky
Life and Love after losing a furry companion
When my beloved cat Nicky passed away, I was devastated. She was the first pet I adopted as an adult. I missed her terribly. Her cat brother missed her too. Murphy spent most of his time under the covers on my bed. He was depressed. I knew at fifteen years old; he was feeling his age too.
Then my sister-in-law called to let me know her neighbor who was also a veterinarian was fostering some kittens. I hadn’t considered adopting another cat. But having a kitten in the house could be just what Murphy and I needed.
I went to visit the kitten. It turns out, she and her littermates were left in a dumpster. Someone heard them crying, scooped them up, and got them to the animal shelter.
The shelter was full so the very kind shelter veterinarian fostered the kittens. She sent word out around her neighborhood that she had some kittens ready for adoption That’s when my sister-in-law called me.
I’m so glad she did.
By the time I made the decision to take a look at the kittens, there was only one kitten available for adoption. She was a fluffy black kitten. No surprise there. Animal shelters often report that it takes longer to find furever homes for black cats. I guess people are superstitious…
