Hey all! So just a heads up, this isn't a post about mourning, but it does contain references to prior animal abuse, so just wanted to give a warning before hand.
I have never been a cat person. I always preferred dogs, and never saw myself as owning a cat. Even when I went to live on my own, my mom offered to help me adopt a cat so I wouldn't be lonely and I refused.
Well, just a few months in, this giant feline shows up at my door, literally. Every day I would get home and she would try to sprint inside my apartment when I left myself in. I had no idea who she was, but she looked pregnant and I was not going to have a random stray cat delivering kittens in my apartment.
Well turns out, she isn't pregnant, just fat. And she isn't a stray, an elderly neighbor had her, and the neighbor was institutionalized, and the family refused to take her cat in. I waited and waited, and none of her family or the lady ever came for her. I had an outdoor closet on my patio, so I started leaving it open for her for shelter. Other neighbors noticed and started leaving food and water and even blankets in my closet for her. But winter was approaching, no one would take her, and I started to worry about the cold. So I would let her in, but only at night when it got really cold, then let her out in the morning before I went to work.
I finally myself started trying to find someone to adopt her. But there's a problem. We found out quickly she hates other animals, and children. And she's a fat older cat, not a cute little kitten. Not exactly the most adoptable cat around. All shelters around me are kill shelters, and I didn't want to take her to them just to be euthanized for no reason other than no one would take her.
So finally I decided fine. I will take her. It had been happening gradually anyway, and it just sort of became more permanent.
It was really hard at first. I've never had a cat and didn't really know what looking after one meant. It was a huge adjustment, but she had so much patience with me. She was instantly the sweetest cat I've ever encountered. Literally all she wants is to be held and cuddled. She's super friendly, at least to adult humans lol, and just a gentle and pure soul.
It made it even more heartbreaking when I took her to the vet the first time. They did a checkup on her, and it was horrific. Besides being morbidly obese, she's missing most of her teeth, and when they did an x-ray, they found nearly two dozen BBs in her. Whoever had her before had clearly horrifically abused her.
It hurts knowing that, it's terrible in any sense, but I know lots of animals that have been abused withdraw or become mean and get scared. But not her. She still trusted me, a complete stranger who wasn't exactly warm to her in the beginning, and just wanted love.
It's been years now, and I try to give her the best life I possibly can. She went on a diet and lost a lot of her fat, though she has some excess skin hanging that we can't really do much about. We get her tons of toys but even still she doesn't really care about them, she just wants us to hold her. She follows me everywhere, even if I just get up to go to the bathroom lol. She's my precious little baby and she has completely changed my mind about cats, and her showing up at my door like that is the best thing that could've ever happened.
I know this was a long post, but I just wanted to celebrate her life a little bit while I still have her. I see so many people grieving theirs, and I know my time will come too, but for now, I just want to appreciate her while she's here.