I would like to share a little story about my cat Tigger. I got Tigger from a bad home about 3 years ago, when I got him he weigh maybe 4 pounds, today he weighs in at a healthy 22 pounds and he is a happy well adjusted crazy cat who gets into everything and he lives in a very loving and caring home and he don't have a worry in the world and I make sure of that because I owe him my life.
After a few weeks Tigger and I adjusted to life together then things in my personal life took a turn for the worse, I lost my job, my girl friend left me and took everything and I sank deep into depression and alcohol abuse and for the next 13 months I lived in a bottle of Vodka.
One morning I woke up hung over and sick and I couldn't find one single reason to keep going anymore, life sucked ***, I was all alone, had no money, no job and I was about to lose the last thing I owned in this word and I couldn't see any way out of the mess my life had turned into so I picked up my gun and jacked a round into the chamber and was ready to pull the trigger when Tigger reached over and placed him paw on the hand to say hey bud please don't that you got to take care of me!
I have been sober for a year now and I got a good job and making good money, I don't have a girl friend and I don't own the house and that's ok. I am sober now and have been for almost a year now and Tigger G Cat is still with me and living a good life and I will all ways be in his debit for saving me.


Thankful Cat Owner
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