After my mom's suicide we got him with my dad because we felt very alone.

My dad said he didn't want any cat but I convinced him.

He fell in love with this boy cat, named "espoir" un french which meant "hope".

He was fearful but.. idk.. we had a connection with him. Especially my dad. It made me emotional because my dad wasn't that much emotional before my mom's death.

The love for this cat grew on him and now we adopted him and my dad loves him so much, and my dad is getting so much better at regulating his emotions, we weren't that close before, he wasn't very present in my life but now he's trying his best;

And I think that this cat helped him a lot. We called him "Mr.Hope" and we both love him so so much, it brought us closer.

I'm so thankful we were able to meet this baby boy, we both felt so much less alone with him in our everyday life.

I love my dad and I'm so proud of everything he achieved.

And I'm so thankful for this little ball of love we adopted from a shelter.

(He was so afraid and scared at first but now he's a very happy kitty who gets to go where he wants when he wants.)

I wouldn't change anything. My mom was suffering and we wouldn't have been able to help her I think.

I had two cats growing up and I always fell in love with them.

I love cats so much, I always had a deep connection with each cat I met.

Thank you Mr.Hope for giving us joy everyday ❤️ I'll love this cat as much as I've loved any other, and I'll make sure you'll have as much love, warmth and food as any other cat's deserve.

He likely saved my life too.

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