Pets

So last week my mom called to tell me that my cat was having seizures. This broke my heart in ways that I didn't know possible. I felt like a horrible pet owner. Since I got this sweet little monster he's spent most of his time in Colorado with my mom while I have been out on the road. I have selfishly left him in the care of my mom while I go out and bounce from place to place. He is happy in Colorado but he was happy in Atlanta as well. He was a rescue cat and when I got him he had a dent in the top of his head. The only thing I could think of was that he was horribly abused when he was a kitten. I wanted to make him feel safe where ever he was. He has been with me through so much and even tho I leave him so often, when I come home it is me who he chooses to be around. I know he is a pet and that he will not outlive me, but to get the phone call that he was sick just broke my heart. It was almost like one of my own children was hurt and I wanted desperately to be with him. I was in Florida and all I wanted was to come home and be there with him. I was able to come home 4 days later to my heavily sedated but much better kitten. I look at him and although some traits have changed he still really truly is the best cat ever!!