The first time I met Emily my day was shrouded in trouble. A family emergency involving attorneys forced me to take the day off work. That afternoon, the crisis contained for the moment, I spent my free time venturing to the county animal shelter. A tiny gray cat huddled in her cage. She was so skinny that her bushy tail overshadowed her body, giving her the look of a squirrel. But her face and eyes shone with sweetness. A few days later, the soft gray bundle came home with me, and I named her Emily.
With a few weeks of nourishing food, Emily filled out and looked less like a squirrel and more like a cat. From the beginning, she purred. Look at her, she purrs. Talk to her, she purrs. Pat her, she purrs. Play with her, she purrs. She’s gentle and calm. She accepts everyone who visits. She has no darkness in her.
Last week I read a bumper sticker on a car with dog crates: “Who rescued who?” I rescued Emily from hunger and loneliness. I gave her a peaceful place to live. She fills my life with acceptance and light and graces my days with her peace. You could truly say we rescued each other that dark day years ago.
Today she enjoys viewing the world from her new red house. She sits inside and watches — and purrs.
How about you? Do you live with a pet who “rescued” you?
Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesday, Inspired Tuesday, and Texture Tuesdays, where the assignment this week is “soft.” Emily is “soft,” yes?! Photo is processed with layers of Kim Klassen’s Shine and If Only.