Late last night after everyone had gone to bed, the phone rings. I spring upright in bed and think “Uh oh” late night phone calls are never good news. I check the ID and it is the gal who just adopted Dillon! My heart sinks and I grab the phone.
She was talking so quietly, I think she was crying a bit, and she told me that despite my advice of leaving Dillon in the bathroom for at least a few days to “adjust.” After her son went to sleep, she went and got Dillon.
She put him on the bed and climbed under the covers and started to tentatively stroke him and he leaned into each stroke, climbed on her chest and snuggled down! YAY! She said he was still in bed with her asleep and she tried to put into words her appreciation for him. It was quite moving as she struggled to find the words that this cat had brought her some much-needed peace and comfort.
I sensed when we met yesterday that she was quite lonely, as we talked, she shared some private matters, obstacles she had overcome and how she wanted someone for comfort. We talked a long time, in fact when I got back down to the truck, Mike was sound asleep in his seat! I felt when I left her home that Dillon (the kitty who usually hid under the kitchen cart for most of the day) needed her as much as she seemed to need him and that phone call cemented that fact.
I know that I only have these cats on loan and that they pass through my hands so that I can try and find the perfect place where they really do belong. In this case- I can look up to the heavens at night and smile and whisper “God, we got this one right too!”
Dillon- taken one week ago
A pet fills all the cracks and holes that let in the cold, even the ones we don’t know are there. That’s why we feel so warm when they are with us.
That is a beautiful sentiment and quite true.
This gal overcame a very abusive relationship. Her tormentor is now in prison that is how bad it was the night it happened. Her mirror in her bathroom has a big hole in it and he had put his fist through it! When she shared that with me, I looked at the mirror and wondered if she kept that mirror there to remind her not to fall into the hands of another abusive man. She is such a strong woman (although she might not believe it now) she is carrying his baby but has a family waiting in the wings to adopt him.
I had an abusive marriage prior to meeting Mike. I endured it for ten years and then finally left. It is hard to figure out how you get into that type of relationship but as I shared with her, I married Don for all the wrong reasons. Maybe that is why I graviate towards the abusive and rejected cats only. I feel an affinty towards them-
Don went through rehab about ten years after I married Mike. He called one day out of the blue and came up and spent three days with us. He said he had a lot of apologizing to do. We parted friends and sadly, he died last year- dropped dead of a heart attack in a grocery store. He too was a victim of abuse and sometimes you can’t break the chain- but you owe it to yourselves and others that you do need to try.
What a powerful testamony from both you and the young woman. Thank you for sharing. I have an alternative vet that says we don’t find animals, they find us. These cats find YOU so that you can mend them and give them hope of being placed in their special forever home. Like Dillon, he needed her as much as she needed/wanted him. God is in control. Have faith in all you do! God Bless you and thank you.
what a wonderful phone call – like you, the late night ones make me jumpy. how wonderful that Dillon and YOU were able to help this woman. we hope the love she finds with Dillon spreads to her son and helps break the cycle of violence
VERY happy to see such good news! a late night call is hardly ever good! but this one was! Glad they found in each other the purrrrfect match.
Once in a while, things do work out. Happy purrrrrrss to Dillon and his new family.