Hello everyone! I just wanted to take the time to tell you why my cat, Buster, means so much to me.... Thanks for reading! My husband and i got married the begining of 2003. Not long after, we became pregnant with our first child, a son. He, (Connor), was born 3 days before Christmas, 2003. Sadly, Connor passed away unexpectedly just 2 weeks before his 1st birthday, and Chirstmas in 2004. We were heartbroken, confused, lost, and alone. (We learned later through autopsy that he had an undetected metabolism and Thyroid problem, which our current son now has as well, but is being treated.) My husband worked out of town at the time. He worked 12 hours shifts most of the time. (Bless him for all he has done). Because of my grief, i couldn't continue working at the time. I quit my job and decided to stay home. I was so depressed and alone, and my husband could see it. We went to counseling which helped a little, but i just wasnt myself and couldnt bring my spirit's back up. One day, my husband took off early from work and picked me up. He said he had a surprise for me. To me excitment, we showed up at the animal shelter. There were a litter of kittens! The kittens were found on a man's property, taped up in a box, and brought in by a neighbor who found them. They were reported to be previously abused, and were very underweight, scared, etc. Their mother was also in the box.....dead. Some of the kittens where still trying to nurse off of her. This was a horrible experience for these kittens. Then i saw him.....I saw Buster. He was the smallest in the litter, and was being trampled on by his litter mates. He was shaking and scared, and the vet said he refused to eat, and probably wouldn't make it much longer. But he was just perfect to me! We adopted Buster I bottle fed Buster at first, because he was so weak and underweight. It worked, and he grew and gained weight! He is still small for being a male cat, but i like him that way! Buster and i have a very strong attachment.....I lost a child, and he lost his mother. We both were alone and depressed at the time. We needed eachother. He can never replace my son, but he helped fill that void. I was a mother again. Buster is going on 3 years old now! He loves to do 'Paw-paws" on me, where he kneads his paws on my belly. He curls up in my hair at night, and every now and then, will suckle on the tip of ym finger. He is not only a cat to me, but my baby. |