This little guy wandered into my life:
Likely abandoned in a nearby parking lot, he was scared, dirty, hungry and covered in motor oil. I was eventually convinced (coerced?) into taking him home with the agreement that a friend's wife and daughter would come bathe him.
|After, what a difference a bath makes!|
Gavin and I decided we didn't think he was the right fit for our decidedly... delicate animal family. So the search for his family began.
Tuesday, I took him to the vet, just to make sure he was at least relatively healthy. We were already in the process of removing the fleas, but a vet visit is always a good idea for a lost little guy.
He was scared to death, but stole another medium sized chink of my heart by leaning up against me, sighing and calming down instantly.
There's not denying the little guy adores me. He follows me around and comes when I call or say... well, anything. I called him ghost because he kept disappearing and reappearing, but I've since decided Boo was much cuter.
I have a friend who INSISTS that everything happens for a reason. I mostly think that's an idiom for nonreligious people to survive bad situations. Still, I think this little guy happened to me for a reason. Something about him and his timing has been good for me this week. Last Sunday night I woke up and couldn't sleep. I woke up the dog to sit and cuddle. Not interested. I woke up the cat to cuddle. Nope. Gavin held me and eventually I feel asleep. Monday morning I meet this little guy who just needs some love and cuddles and I had plenty for him. All week he's needed nothing but some attention, some food, some baths and lots of love.
Tonight Boo get's to meet his maybe forever mom. I'm certainly going to miss him. And it's not just me. This little show stopper is gonna leave a whole trail of broken hearts in his path!