The New Arrival

In some ways the idea of a new cat was difficult. I still miss Clementine terribly, and I didn’t want a new cat to keep me from thinking about her, honoring her. Which is why I did take some months to focus on grieving. Not to say that grief is really ever complete, per se, but there was a point where the idea of a new cat seemed like a happy thing instead of a sad one. Not to mention, I continue my weekly volunteering at the local humane society, and I see firsthand how many pets are in need of homes at any given time. So, while it’s true that the only cat I wanted was still Clementine, it’s also true that she couldn’t stay forever, and the shelters are full of animals needing good homes.

Which is how I found myself at the animal shelter—the same one where I volunteer—looking for my next little buddy. I picked the sweetest one, the purriest and loviest. At first ruling her out due to the severe dental disease listed on her paperwork, she won me over with her sweetness, with how much she wanted to be loved. Someone commented that she must have known I was someone who would put in the money to help her feel better. That does mean that, several thousand dollars and one cat dentist later, she is my toothless wonder. Anxious as all get (especially around ceiling fans) but also incredibly sweet and loving, I hope she’s relaxing in the knowledge that she’s safe and incredibly loved.

If you’re considering opening your home to a pet, please think about your local humane society or animal shelter. From puppies and kittens to adorable and energetic adult dogs and cats to precious senior pets looking for safe, warm places for their golden years, you’ll find all of it there. Rescuing an animal is one of the best things you’ll ever do. I promise.