Zen's Family Wants You to Know:
You have restored faith in humanity. You saved from crushing grief.
When my boy goes under the bed because he’s scared, I go with him. I’ve heard his Mom say he has “severe PTSD”. I feel good when I can help him. After all, he helped me.
Two years ago, I was scared and starving, trying to survive at his apartment complex. I went in the sewer sometimes for warmth. He was about twelve at the time, I think. I used to see him out with his buddies. I always kept an eye on groups of boys.
But my boy wasn’t a threat. Just the opposite. He saw me struggling. He was so kind. He picked me up and took me home. It was warm there. And there was food.
I loved him immediately. And I let him know! I cuddled right up and started purring. And I’ve never stopped! I adore my boy! He is there for me and I know I help him as well.
By the way, that’s how I got my name: “Zen”. My family says I’m the most chill cat ever.
But the other day, I went from chill and cuddly to miserable and really sick. I kept trying but I just couldn’t pee. I was in so much pain. I couldn’t even try to love on my boy.
He and Mom rushed me to this place with bright lights and scary people who poked and prodded me. At one point, I saw them crying so hard. My boy kept saying, “I can’t lose my Zen”.
But you know what? Thanks to you, he didn’t. I had surgery and now I’m back to chasing that tricky red bug (aka, laser) and purring so loudly you can hear me coming from across the apartment.
I love my family. I love my life. I love YOU. You Ellie’s giver-people kept me alive. Mom and my boy both say you have “restored (their) faith in humanity. You saved
(them) from crushing grief.”
Thanks for keeping me where I belong.
