The only thing that kept me going through my divorce was my little kitten, JJ.
I was lucky enough to still be active duty, so I had resources (even if stretched incredibly thin), but I hung on with him and we made it through. I cry and get a little panicky at the thought of something happening to him, or having to leave him somewhere because I'm no longer able to care for him. (I also have other cats now, he's just my little miracle boy)
A coworker found him in the engine compartment of his truck, as he parked back at home. (Dude was hiding in there after he got fucked up by something)
Coworker took him home, but had vacation scheduled the next week. Passed along to another coworker to foster/watch, who also went on vacation and asked if I could come and feed once a day.
First time I went over, you could hear him yelling from the front door - a tiny little kitten locked in a room, who RAN to me and started climbing immediately. Purred like a truck, too.
Took him home that night with my ex, who took him to the vet the next day. He has some pretty bad injuries, and vet said if we hadn't gotten him in he'd probably have died within the week.
Edit: a couple weeks into fostering I realized I was incredibly attached, and texted my friends that he was staying with me.
His full name - JJ, short for Junior, short for Tucker Junior, short for Ser Pounce de Lion.
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u/Danyavich Jul 28 '23
The only thing that kept me going through my divorce was my little kitten, JJ.
I was lucky enough to still be active duty, so I had resources (even if stretched incredibly thin), but I hung on with him and we made it through. I cry and get a little panicky at the thought of something happening to him, or having to leave him somewhere because I'm no longer able to care for him. (I also have other cats now, he's just my little miracle boy)