After my husband died it felt like I had lost a limb. I put my mind to various interests and hobbies, I have never been one to join clubs, although I don't consider myself antisocial. I belong to a couple of voluntary organisations and love the work, but I wanted a little more. Then Jasper came into my life. He is now eleven years old and the most beautiful and sweet cat. His life is good and we are happy. We have beautiful sunny mornings, I drink my tea sitting in the garden while he plays or strolls around on patrol. It's amazing how an animal can give you such joy after living alone. He has nooks he claims as his own, he watches tv with me, sits next to me or on my lap. He rubs foreheads with me, doing a brain exchange of love. I wouldn't be without him. Not sure how he would react if I decided to get another cat - maybe a rescue one?
That’s such a sweet story. I think that animals become as much a part of us as people do, perhaps even more without the spoken word. All the little body language signs add up and allow us to understand each other, which is wonderful. Never stop giving a chance to animals - they’ll always fill your soul x
I have an 8 year old and now we have a stray that we feed. He was clawing at our trashbags so we got him food. He comes by everyday,I named him Ginger.
Wait until your beautiful companion has crossed the rainbow bridge before getting another cat...because it might upset him. And then get TWO kittens who can grow up together!
@Ferise1 That is such a good age for a cat. So sad when we lose a pet, but remember they spent the whole of their life with us and we did our best in making them well cared for.
