Sweet sweet Dezi. My heart and my soul…my destiny. My precious angel you could have never known how I felt the day I met you. My heart had been ripped out of my chest just days earlier when I lost Ransom. The third boy, no…son that I had lost at the age of five. I swore as He drifted off to heaven that I would never give my heart away again. I just couldn’t bare going through this again. And I thanked God that Lexi was waiting for me, to comfort me. She would fill that hole and be enough. I knew that I would have to get a new kitty to help Lexi help me, and that kitty would be well taken care of. But I wouldn’t lose my heart to them. Of course Lexi had gotten older and needed help quickly. It broke my heart to see her trying so hard to do the work that 2 kitties had done for the past 5 years. And then the phone rang.
On the other end of the line was a dog rescuer begging for my help. They had taken in a large litter of Ragdoll kittens from a very bad breeder. They knew my situation and I’m sure they thought I’d take at least 1 kitten home. And of course I made the 2 hour drive to meet you all. And the whole way there I kept telling myself I wasn’t going to fall head over heels. When I arrived I was given the back story, and although touching, having been in rescue for so long and already grieving, it didn’t phase me much. I was told y’all were 6 weeks old, weaned and using the litter box. They led me to a big empty room and brought a small Easter basket filled with kitties into the room. You were all poured into the floor and I thought you all looked way too small to be 6 weeks old. But they had gotten papers that said just that. And then you came waddling over with your worm filled belly and struggled to crawl up onto my leg only a few inches off the floor but towering over you. Your litter mates all huddled close together and played with each other. But you had no interest in being anywhere but on my leg. And then you looked up at me with those big deep blue eyes and started to purr and mew and I knew you were my destiny. It was meant to be. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was falling in love with you.
I picked you up and we made the long drive home. You lay quietly only purring the whole way. Once home it was then I realized you weren’t 6 weeks old but 3 1/2 to 4 weeks instead. You were half dead from being over wormed with big box store wormers and you had a horrific case of tapeworm instead. These were all things I had dealt with many times, so once I called the rescue to make sure your littermates were properly cared for we set in for the long haul. Over the next few days and weeks and months I didn’t realize how you were purring your way right into my heart. You always wanted to be able to see me. You didn’t seem to miss your littermates at all. And you always wanted me to be seated before doing anything. If I wasn’t sitting down you wouldn’t eat, drink, go to the potty, or play. I learned it’s because you know when I’m going to pass out and since you alert me, you want to know that I’m not going to fall. You are still that way today.
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