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For my seventh birthday, my mom took me to the humane society to adopt my first cat. I came home with a beautiful black kitty named Night.
Eleven years later, Night passed away suddenly the night after Christmas. She had been sick, but I thought she would get better. An emergency vet told us her kidneys were shutting down and there was nothing we could do. I was devastated and thought I would never be able to love another kitty in the same way.
It took three years, but I was finally ready to adopt another kitty. As my mom and I went to the humane society, the same one where I had rescued Night years before, I was determined that I would not adopt another black kitty.
When I told the woman who was helping me about Night, she immediately asked, “So, will you be getting another black cat?”
I shook my head.
“That’s too bad,” she said. “Black cats have a really hard time finding a home and are more likely to be put to sleep.”
This broke my heart. As I walked around the shelter, I saw a small black kitty curled up in a kennel. We made eye contact, and she jumped up. We looked at each other through the glass.
When this cat was let out, she practically jumped into my arms. I knew she had chosen me.
My mom and I left Bagheera, as I had named her, at the shelter so she could be spayed. The next day, we came to pick her up.
That night, I was struck by how much I missed Night and felt as if I had betrayed her by adopting another black cat. I began to cry.
Bagheera, who had been sound asleep, woke up and raced to comfort me.
I then knew Night had sent Bagheera to me. Ever since then, Bagheera and I have shared a special bond.
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Story submitted by Jessica from North Hollywood, CA.
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