This series of pictures have some age to them, from the summer of 2009. Back then there where at lot of changes going on in life; getting used to living in a new city, dealing with a lot of emotional things from losing a house to a tornado a few months earlier, and just feeling lost. Kind of like then I’m dealing with a bit of emotion and it’s been messing with me lately.
At this point it’s probably questionable as to why this picture is being shared and what it has to do with anything. First off the cat is Oreo, currently she is 13 years old and unlike in this picture she’s not doing too well. Like me in this picture she was until recently a large sized cat. But in the past few months she’s been in a decline of size and lately health. It’s been extremely hard to see and probably one of, if not the hardest thing I’ve delt with. Now some would probably think it’s silly to be that dramatic over an animal and I would tell those people to go away because this cat and I have been through some crazy things over 13 years but I’m just going to talk about one.
There are moments in life that change everything you’ve ever known and in an instant everything is different. It was after one of those moments back in 2009 I shown a side of me that I never knew I had and it involved this cat and our other cat Reese. It was probably a half hour or so after a place I had lived in for all of my adolescents with my family had been destroyed by a storm and I was alone waiting for anyone or anything normal, like wakng up from a dream like it wasn’t really happening. And at this point my mom and sister had been taken away to the hospital because my sister was hurt and I hunted down both cats and put them in a room that was mostly safe from glass and mess when I was told by either a cop or firefighter that I was going to have to immediately leave until everything was deemed safe. I was about to be literally pushed away from what was my house when I started shouting that I wasn’t going to leave without those two cats with me and was about a second away from trying to fist fight whatever law enforcer stood in my way. I guess you don’t try to fight the guy who just lost everything because he let me quickly go back in to get the cats and that’s why they are still with us today. I, for the last four years, have been able to wake up every morning and see my cats and know that I put my life on the line to save them because they mean that much to me.
It’s hard to imagine that some day probably soon I won’t be able to see that black and white face looking at me but I know that I’ll never forget her. Sometimes pets can change your whole life and show you what really matters. I would go into that house a millions times over and do the same thing for them. If not for that cat I wouldn’t be the guy I am today.
