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amythecat.jpgThis is a picture of Amy.

Amy is no ordinary cat. About six years ago, I moved into my house which was owned by a widow whose husband passed away from cancer. We looked at about ten houses before this one and knew immediately that this was it. The energy was so positive and inviting that we made an offer on the spot. Twenty-four hours later, we had a signed contract.

About a month after moving in, this cat appeared on our doorstep. I had never seen her before and she was in bad shape from life on the street. My wife and I decided to take her in and got her all fixed up at the veterinarian. She stayed around for a few months, but then decided that the neighbor’s house across the street was where she wanted to live. Well, there wasn’t much we could do to keep her away from there.

The kicker is that we spoke to our neighbor and he said that the cat looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Days pass and he finally realizes that it was Don’s cat. The man who had died from cancer over a year before had been the caregiver of this cat. The cat left upon his death and returned when we moved in.

Amy, who we called Kitty for lack of a better name, is now happily residing in our neighbor’s house, getting fat and living large. She came over this morning for a visit, something she does every six months or so. Every time I see her, I think of Don, though I never knew him. A gentle breeze blows, the sun shines, peace falls upon me. I like it when Amy comes to see me, though I sometimes think she’s still looking for Don.

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