My late Sophie was my heart kitty. She was a feral I "fostered" and pretty much lived in my bedroom closet for the first month I had her because she was so scared. She warmed up to me, though, and we became inseparable. Eventually I was brave enough to let her wander around the house unsupervised (was living at my parents' at the time and their cat did NOT take too kindly to other cats...). She would still mostly stick to my bedroom/the basement and she would let my family pet her but she was not one to actively seek out attention or greet anyone when they came home, except me.
My boyfriend came up to visit me that New Years. His first day here I had to work a short shift at work. He texted me a picture of her sleeping with him. I was floored. She NEVER actively sought attention, much less slept or cuddled with, anyone but me.
Eventually he moved up to be with me, and she treated him as she treated me. Slept cuddled with us, would climb in his lap while he worked (he worked from home), but still gave the rest of my family the cold shoulder.
Sadly, a few months after he moved up here, a family friend brought an Easter Lily over for my parents' (unbeknownst to me). We noticed she hadn't been eating and when she vomited I rushed her into work, but it was too late. Both kidneys were gone. The Drs said she had to have had an underlying congenital kidney disease (typical of siamese and siamese mixes) for it to affect her so quickly and so viciously, so I had to make the hard decision to let her go. It's been almost 3 years since we said goodbye, but I still miss her every single day.
When I brought her home, I was in the darkest point of my life. My husband had left me for another woman and I moved in with my parents. When my boyfriend moved up here, it was like she knew I was in good hands with him and felt she could leave me to become an angel for someone else.
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