Cats and Wine make everything fine
I was devastated when I lost my cat Cuckoo in an accident. I swore I would never bring in any more pets’ home because bearing her loss was extremely painful. Every fur that was there on the couch and the bed was so precious to me as I refused to change the sheets fearing that the gold and white fur was the last of what I have of her. Weeks passed and I literally began to hallucinate her meows in the middle of the night. The wound she left on my chest with her sharp claws while trying to jump over me was slowly turning into a scar which I would treasure all my life. Life was just ok until a couple of months later I woke up and chose to change my life around for good. I was missing insanity, peace, and had some extra money to shell out. Hence, I went to a shelter miles away post work with an orange medium sized basket which I assumed would contain a cat or a dog. I was not sure at that point in time. I reached the shelter late evening and filled up some forms. After a lot of thorou...