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Sebastian
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Age: |
One and a half years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Domestic Short hair
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| Home: |
Alberta, Canada
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Sebastian
is special because he is a miracle. I was in my second year of
university and I wanted a pet, something to cuddle. So I went to a local
non-profit organization and found a few cats that interested me, Sebastian was
not one of them. However one day when I went to visit the cats at the
organization I noticed Sebastian and his sister (he was about two months old
at this time) had adoptions pending. I asked about this and the woman said
that only the sister was being adopted for sure. It was fate, and I am not a
person to ignore fate. Without even thinking, I told her that if Sebastian was
not adopted that I would adopt him. And the next day he was mine. The hard
part was just beginning.
At nineteen, responsibility is a word you use when you want your parents to
give you money. I learned all about responsibility when my new kitten would
not eat, drink, or use the washroom in his box. Three days after adopting him,
Sebastian went to the first of many vet trips and I was faced with the harsh
reality that this little, helpless boy was depending solely on me for survival.
At two months old my cat weighed less than two pounds.
I did anything and everything I could to save my baby boy, student loan money
went to vet bills, and slowly but surely Sebastian proved that he could be
strong. He had to go through numerous tests, and he missed a few vaccinations
because he was very fragile. We even had to reschedule his neutering because
he was too sick to get neutered, but around Christmas time he started to take
a turn for the better. It wasn't just the vet that was helping him, I was
trying anything and everything I could think of. I was desperate not to lose
the one living thing that relied solely on me. He got reiki treatments,
homeopathic remedies, prayers from a handful of religions, and my fierce
determination to see him through. It had only been four months of torture for
the two of us, but it had taught me what being an adult was all about.
In April of my second year at university I got a tattoo in honor of how hard
the two of us worked, in honor of my mother who was going to drop work and
drive to see me and take care of my Sebastian and in honor of my friends who
listened to me when I called them crying, overwhelmed by the stress of being a
new mom to a sick cat. The tattoo says Spero Meliora, and is my family motto,
a very fitting motto, it translates into Hope is Everything. Now Sebastian
weighs approximately 15-20 pounds and he is a very healthy, loving, inquisitive
cat who has not forgotten the battle we fought. The lessons he taught me about
love, life, and responsibility will remain with me for the rest of my life,
and the purrs and the love he gives me now can warm me on even my worst days.
We fought a battle and we won, and for that I will always be thankful.
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