Depression is what I was told I had. The symptoms were gradual. It began with a loss of interest in activities I use to participate in regularly. As time went on I basically had no motivation left. Even getting out of bed was a great effort. My Mother began to worry. She tried everything to perk me up but nothing would work. She had heard how in some hospitals they bring in cats or puppies to raise the spirits of their patients. Therefore as a last resort she brought home this tiny little orange fluffy bundle of joy. She was a 2 week old orange tabby that had been abandoned by her mother. The people caring for her had too much on their hands to tend to her properly so mother both wanting to save the kitten and cheer up her daughter offered to take the lil one home with her. She was so small, my small hands looked giant in comparison to her. Her tiny body, the sound of her breathing , and the little sucking sounds she made as i bottle fed her made all my gloomy feelings disapeer. From the moment she entered my life she has always been by my side. As a kitten she would sleep on my chest. Now at 4 yrs old she sleeps cuddled up next to me. Over the years Skittles, (that's her name), has brought so much joy to my life. I'm not saying that life is all peachy now, but she has helped me through difficult times. To this day when she sees me a little sad she jumps in my lap and purrs so softly looking up at me with those sincere eyes of hers. she has a calming soothing effect. I do however have her sooooo very spoiled. She's so spoiled that I'm not too sure if she realizes she's a cat so just to be on the safe side don't tell her she's a cat..hahaha.
It's hard for me to believe she is already 4 yrs old it seems like it was just yesterday my mom brought her home and placed her tiny little orange fluff body in my hands. The bottle feedings, her trailing behind me never giving me any privacy not even in the bathroom all seems as if it was just yesterday,. Of course the trailing behind me and not giving me any privacy still rings true to this day. Even when I take a shower she has to be there with me. She waits outside the tub of course, but when i step out I find her waiting paitiently on the bathroom rug.
She's a true joy to me.