Everyone has a personal preference on how they want to find their little life partner, and this is my story. I believe the best way to find them is through your local ASPCA or animal shelter. Even though it may be a little scary to think about the stigma of aggressive or unfriendly cats, it’s best to remember that every cat in the shelter should have been put through a behavior test, and at the end of the day, they just want a permanent place to call home.
I had just started a new job and moved to a new apartment. With all the positive changes and new beginnings, I wanted to have a little friend around the house to share it with. I thought about the perfect animal, a cat! I had an idea of finding a cat with bright blue eyes and grey fur. I even thought about going through a breeder and purchasing the exact cat I wanted. But then a thought crossed my mind, in my years I have done a lot of volunteer work, with humans and animals! From preparing care packages for those in need, driving and dropping off food to home owners who could not leave their home, giving play time to dogs at the shelters, even down to helping barbers give hair cuts to the homeless for job interviews.
With all this in mind, I thought I might as well help out by stoping by the shelter first before I make the effort of purchasing an animal. Doing this was the BEST decision I ever made.
In the pictures above is when I first saw Sai. Her name was originally “Poppy” and She was sitting in the corner of her cage with her head down. She wouldn’t come up to anyone that walked up and kinda ignored the commotion of other cats meowing and people passing through. I wanted to give all the cats a chance and kept looking but I just kept having this feeling about “Poppy”. So I went straight back and decided to just talk to her a little and try to get her to pick her head up.
I started to say how pretty she was and tried to get her to come out of the corner. Finally she looked up at me big green eyes and started to walk over. I was so elated because before she didn’t want to get up for anyone! But as she stood up I noticed something was missing from her…
Her back right leg had been amputated… I asked the staff what happened, she said she didn’t know because she was dropped off with a broken leg and if I wanted to know more I had to email the doctor that did her operation. She gave me their information and I decided to send an email. They replied as I was till there and said that the people who brought her in gave no explanation as to what happened, but they think she was a wild kitten who got injured when she lost her mother. They said her hind leg had a communtied femoral fracture. Of course I had no idea what this meant, but when I searched the meaning I was horrified. It means that the thigh bone of the cat had been broken into so many pieces, there was no way to fix the bone or even save the leg. Meaning they had to remove her entire leg and the only thing left was her hip bone.
At the time I moved into in a small apartment, and I didn’t know if I could be a good cat mother to her. I called my mom and asked her what I should do. As all mothers do, they worry! She told me to really think about it, as I had just moved and got a new job, she thought I was moving a little fast in trying to bring another big change into my life. At the time I agreed with her and thought maybe I should just wait a while, “Poppy” would find a great home right? So with my moms advice I decided to wait and told “Poppy” good bye.
On my way home, I was thinking about her the whole time… “what if she never gets adopted?”, “what if she feels lost?”, “will she be hurt that I left her?”. As I walked through my door I was still thinking about if I made the right choice. I sat on my couch and tried to forget about it, but I couldn’t. It was late in the day when I went, and the ASPCA was about to close soon. My heart was hurting, so I stood back up, and walked out the door. Even though my mom had great advice, only I truly know what I’m ready for. With that in mind I raced back up to the ASPCA with 30 minutes to spare. I walked straight to the back where she was and looked in the cage. She was still there, and ran right up to the bars when she saw me walk in. I went to the helper and told her my mind is made up on “Poppy”. They got my info, put “Poppy” in a cardboard pet carrier and sent me on my way.
When I got home I just opened the box and let her come out on her own. Immediately after opening the box, I see a little head with bright green eyes pop out and stare at me! She was so adorable and sweet, but I quickly noticed she also has a very goofy side of her. She jumped out of the box and started playing with toys I left out around the house. I fell in love with how she quickly trusted me, and how well we vibe together. We decided to name her Sai, after the three pointed sword (also the type of swords Raphael used in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)
Now fast forward almost two years and the bond Sai has with us is just incomparable. Now she sleeps on the edge of my bed, follows me into every room I go, and is even sitting next to me watching me wright this blog. She has brightened up my life when I truly needed it, and I believe I’ve done the same for her. She is a wonderful part of my life, and to this day I’m so happy I went back for her.
Adoption is such a rewarding feat. I had the great pleasure of nursing her back to health and getting to know her more throughout the years, with plenty more to come.
Thanks again for tuning in, and since you made it to the end of the blog, I have some extras! Here are the many pictures we got over the years of our now happy and healthy Sai.
Have a great day, and give your kitty a big fat hug!