Two kittens: one black, one Siamese, born in an alleyway. They’re hiding and afraid. Rescued: crammed in cages, stacked on cages in a shelter overburdened. Astrid, the Siamese, gets sick.
My fiancé and I adopt her. She’s sweet and lovely but needs medication daily. Vi’s also sick; they’re good company.
“She’ll need a friend for when you’re cancer free,” I say.
When I learn she has a missing sister, my mission becomes clear. My search leads to a glass box where Kora has waited for 8 months. She stares accusingly.
Reunited, they rub heads. “Some stories end happily,” Vi says, smiling.
Excellent story! Love “in a shelter overburdened” !!
Hey, thanks! I’m glad you like it.
Awwwwww. This tugs on my heart. Well done.
Thanks! And thanks for reading. It’s a true story.
Feeling grateful for the rescue. Sad topic and yes, sometimes a good ending. Thanks.
Yes, I try to always rescue rather than adopt. However with Kora we adopted. She somehow ended up a town over at Petsmart. As I mentioned, she is Astrid’s sister, but she also had the same eye infection (feline herpes) as Astrid, so we adopted Kora rather than infect a new cat. Astrid has it pretty bad. For a while there she could barely open her eyes. It took almost a year of vet visits and medicine to get it under control, but they are both healthy and happy now. Thanks for reading!