In the fall of 2011 I lost my cat when he was just barely a year old. One day he was fine, and the next he was extremely sick. They couldn't save him. I was heart broken, every day I cried. My concerned roommate, Ingrid, suggested that maybe I needed a kitty to heal. I refused. I couldn't bear to think about it. But sometimes your friends know what you need better than you do.
There was a stray hanging around our friend Cathy's house, she had a bum leg, but seemed very friendly. She would come up to Cathy and her daughter Chelsea looking for food and attention. With winter coming Cathy was concerned about her well-being. My roommate conspired against me and told her to bring the kitty over. They called me upstairs and plunked this little beauty in my arms. She snuggled right in and there she stayed.
It was obvious her leg was just in the way, so Gemma was off to the vet, where they decided the best thing for her was to remove the leg and spay her all at once. She was not a happy camper when she came home, but she healed wonderfully. Now she's my little tripod, but it doesn't seem to phase her in the least. She's actually turned out to be a naughty little minx, but when she snuggles in my arms and purrs, I tend to forget that.
A huge thank you to Ingrid, Cathy, and Chelsea who brought her into my life. She was just the thing that I needed, at exactly the right time. Now we have each other, and I hope she stays happy and healthy for many years to come.
Cheyenne, WY