That story just hit home, in a great way.
I never cared for cats. Till a little girl came into my life.
My sister had been complaining that my nieces beeing allergic to the long haired dog they had. One afternoon my wife found a puppy in the dumpster were we where living. We called my sister and told her we had a short hair puppy and we be willing to trade.
In the mean time one of my nieces finds a kitten under a bush in their front yard. We drive up their with the puppy, not knowing about the kitten.
Long story short we came home with the puppy and the kitten, she keeped her dog.
I had to bottle feed this little hand full of fur and in the process started to fall in love. As she grew she would follow me every where. And when I would go to bed she would curl up along side my head and use a purr much softer then her usual. If I was sick she would sit on my chest so that I could not get out of bed.
She was my nurse, friend, and lover.
When she was 3 I went on a business trip for over a month, she was so up that the diabetes started. My wife said that she cried every night.
She and Ginger the puppy became sisters to the point that Ginger a 78 pound Shepard/lab mix would try to purr.
3 weeks after Ginger passed Patch’s finally let go at 18 years old.
She has been gone for almost 15 years now and I miss her so that every time I think of her I cry. So yes I am writing through the tears now.
That little ball of fur decided that she would change me into a cat lover, and she did.
We say that she wrote the book and we have had several that studied it and then added pages.
She did her job as right now there are 27 in the house, between ours and the fosters
www.jsgill.net has most of the pictures of the fosters, transports and ours.
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Originally Posted by Randi
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