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I adopted a kitty from the SPCA a couple of years ago and his presence in my life has gotten me through some of my darkest days. I had decided to adopt him and it was only shortly after I committed to adopting him that I found out I was pregnant. I was overjoyed to welcome a new pet, and a new baby, to the family. The cat was suffering from some health issues, however, and would need veterinary clearance before I could take him home. Several times he went to the vet, with me hoping and praying today would be the day he'd be able to be adopted, and each time he was denied. It was so disheartening to see him sick and to not be able to help him, and I was starting to worry he'd never be able to come home. Finally the day for his next vet appointment came. That morning I got up and wasn't feeling well. I went to the doctor and was told the most devastating news - I had lost my baby. I was heartbroken. Shortly after hearing this news that absolutely destroyed me, I got the call that I had been waiting for for months - my kitty cat was cleared by the vet and was able to come home today. On the worst day of my life, bringing him home provided me with the distraction I needed and he has helped to heal the cracks in my heart by giving me all of his love and affection, from that day to this. Although I'll always mourn the loss of my baby, bringing him home was the greatest consolation that I could have hoped for. Even though I suffered a great loss, I gained a baby in a different sense and I'll forever be grateful to him for giving me a reason to carry on when I felt completely broken. We were definitely "meant to be."
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