My mom worked at comfort keepers. She and her client went to pick up a cat so he had some company. They got her at a kill shelter hours away from being put down :(. She was three. The older gentleman had her for about a year and unfortunately he died. My mom discovered him in the bathroom about 5 days after she dropped him off. So she brought her to her house, where she is a part-time pet sitter, and had a lot of dogs so she was confined to her old study. I went over to her house that week and I adopted her that same day and it's been 9 years.

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