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| Name: |
Lucky
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Age: |
Nine years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Siberian Forest Cat
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| Home: |
Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada |
Lucky
is a survivor. Lucky was just eight months old when my uncle rescued him.
My grandfather runs a trucking company and a week before Christmas Lucky took
shelter in one of the trucks. My uncle went and started it and the cat jumped
out of the truck's engine. His tips of his ears where frozen off, his tail
was broken and his eyeball was hanging out of is skull. He was caught by a
truck fan when trying to keep warm in the winter.
My uncle said even cats deserve Christmas too, and took him to the vet, they
fixed his eye and cut off his tail. Then he took him home and named him
Lucky. He is very good with other animals and children. When my cousin was
still little he would lay on Lucky but the cat just sat there and didn't
care. He never scratched or hissed at humans or other animals. When Lucky was
living with my uncle his life was mostly eat, take off for a few days, come
back to eat, then leave again. Rinse and repeat. He did get affection from
the family but he still took off on his own for a few days. My uncle never
mistreated him and took very good care of the cat. Eventually my uncle had to
leave his home and move in with my grandparents. Of course he took Lucky with
him, but eventually he moved out and found a place of his own and left Lucky
under the care of my grandparents.
Then I moved in to live with them. I was sixteen at the time. I was a broken-down
girl with no hope for myself, no sense of purpose, no self esteem and since
my grandparents live out in the country no friends near by, I was alone, sad
and damaged. I can't exactly pinpoint when we became best friends, but he
knew how much pain I was in and how I was suffering. We just had a
connection, before we knew it we were inseparable. We found each other and
helped each other on the path to healing.
I have never been so deeply touched by an animal in all my life. He has been
a major part of my healing. He is always there for me though everything. He
never leaves my side, he comes to me when I'm sad, or sick and won't leave my
side and does his best to cheer me up. He will rub his face against mine as
if to say, don't cry, I'm here now. Even when I am away from home for a few
days he drives my grandparents crazy wondering where I am. Even now as I'm
typing this he's laying next to me.
When I left home, I prayed to God for my prince charming to come and rescue
me he did, just not in the form I was expecting. He came into the form of a cat.
My cat does not do any tricks, or play games; he is a special in a different
way. He is special because he is a survivor and a healer.
It's been four years since our first meeting. He is an affectionate cat, when
he leaves he's only gone for an hour or so, then he comes right back and
takes his place by my side.
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