And the scars to prove it. LOL.
58 of 63 yrs with ‘em; loved them all, and they, me. Now at 63, with Parents, Family, the Farm Business Friends, cutomers dying, the losses are just too hard to take.
I’m going solo for a while, but if a helpless/needful kitten shows-up on my front door, I’m back in for s/he, all over again. Count on it.
Well I hope a needful feline finds its way to your door. They can bring so much “happy” to a home. Lord knows mine have. Best wishes.