I also believe God sends little animals or pets to us to help us through our hardest times. It was the same for me when I got my first cat at 10. Things were fine until middle school and high school when I started to get bullied pretty hard. My cat, Thomas (we also called him Tom Cat), was so good to me during those years. He really helped to comfort me and he was always waiting for me when I came home from school.

Then he got cancer on his liver about 5 years ago and he was eaten away by it very quickly. Sadly we had to put him to sleep, he was suffering and there was nothing we could do since he was too old to go through surgery. It was a very hard thing for me to go through since he had been my best friend for so many years. But by then I had gotten through those hard times of my life and was well into adulthood that I could now handle things better on my own, so God brought him home.

Still, we were all so sad by his passing that we adopted a little black cat about a week after Tom Cat's death. He's certainly different, but we still love him.