Last year when my family was looking for a home for one of our two six-month-old kittens, lots of people showed interest in adoption.

We decided to go with a single parent family having three children whose beloved cat had died.

Within that family was a little girl named Angela.

She and her family had experienced a lot of struggles.

But they were ready to adopt another pet.

Our kittens had been neutered and had received their shots and we were simply looking for a loving home for one of them.

I’ll never forget the look on Angela’s face when she saw Snowball’s blue eyes and white fur…and realized he was her family pet from that moment on!

She adored him.

But once Snowball was no longer living with us we missed him…but not nearly as much as his brother who hunted high and low for him (inside and outside the house) and approached us with a sad mewing sound for a few days (as if to ask, “Where is he hiding? Tell me, please.”).

We showered Tiger with affection and played his favorite game, “fetch” (yes, just as a dog plays it—Tiger was smart) and soon he was no longer mewing or forever searching for his companion.

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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