I have rescued many cats over my lifetime, but one of my most memorable and dear was my cat, Osiris. Osiris was mostly black with a white crescent moon shape on his chest and a small patch of white low on his belly. Osiris came to me with three litter-mates when they were three weeks old. They'd been abandoned, but I had a nursing mama cat with four kittens of the same age who immediately adopted the new kittens. Osiris was the shyest of the eight kittens and we shared a special bond as he and my Norwegian Forest cat, Kahlua, were my informal therapy cats. Kahlua passed in 2004 but Osiris remained with me until 2016 when he died of sudden kidney failure just shy of 16 years old. Osiris slept with me every night and sat on my lap while I read during the day. He knew when I was upset and would come to me giving me a nose rub and a special meow. I still miss him dearly. I keep his picture in a special frame that sits on my dresser where it's easily visible.
Darla J TaylorSAN ANTONIO, TX
