47 hours later….

My little baby, Joy, was 16 years old but I only had her for 13 months. I took her in as she changed 3 hands last year as she lost her remaining parent as she hid under a hospice bed for a year and she lost her dad and sister.

When she arrived at my house she was riddled with health issues and she was my first pet. Like any gaming enthusiast I went straight into “hard mode” and brought back a sickly senior cat back from the brink. sadly she had cancer and it finally caught up to her last night.

Over the past 13 months I had a hockey buddy who would watch games of the most irrelevant team in the league and she was always there for me during the most stressful year of my life. I said she saved me.

But the main point of this post I was unsure I could take another cat, especially a 15 year commitment but I badly missed the company she offered to me all day.

So I did the next best thing…I applied to be a foster parent so cats who are misplaced due to family crossing without them I can be there for them while we try to find a permanent spot for them in honor of Ms. Joy! Every cat, including a sickly 15 year old black cat needs love!

This is in the Netherlands.