I’m reblogging this in the hope that anyone suffering from depression will read it and be inspired.
We adopted Lily in 2010 along with her sister, Daisy. Lily and Daisy were part of a larger litter owned by a former student of mine, and when her family was moving out of state, the kittens needed homes as quickly as possible.
From the beginning, Lily was skittish. When we picked her up from my student’s house, she ran, hid, and shook. She didn’t like to be held.
For over a year, she didn’t like to be held.
Lily was never the alpha. If she was resting on the back of the couch, and Daisy jumped up next to her, Lily would leave. She hid from Tika, our older cat. Kids were lucky if they got to be in the same room with her.
For most of her days, she lived in fear.
Then, a couple of things happened. Tika passed away in November of 2014, and Daisy unexpectedly…
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