willowisp | (Reply)

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I'm so happy for you and Heidi. I think sometimes these things are meant to be. My childhood cat, Spanky, passed away from kidney disease (she was 17) only a few weeks ago, right before I was going to visit home and see her. Then, during my visit, a sweet stray showed up on the doorstep and basically adopted my family. My father went from "Absolutely not!" to "Well, if she's healthy" in record time. If he hadn't, I swear I'd have tried to fly her home with me. My parents had no intention of adopting another cat (they still have two geriatric cats, and all their past adoptions were because I lived with them and I initiated things), but this was just right. Nobody could be a replacement for Spanky, and that's certainly not the intent, but it still seems like some force somewhere saw enough room and love for a cat and sent one over.