Sooty
During the first week of my life, I was given a black kitten. My parents named him Zeke, and that cat was mine through and through for nearly 18 years. I was devastated when he passed away. It was nearly 3 years later, out and living on my own, that I went down to the local shelter with the intention of adopting a black kitten. But instead, I met Winnie, a 3 year old former barn cat. This cat stole everyone's heart and had been in the shelter for months, even when other kitties were being euthanized due to a lack of room for all the strays. I took Winnie home, renamed him Zeke, Jr. and Junior became his name. I had him for 17 years, and he died at the age of 20. I did not expect the grief that hit me when that cat passed away. I had grieved over other pets before; our wonderful Shepard, Ginger; our sweet, but weird Sarah cat, but nothing prepared me for Junior. Plenty of people advised that I go out and rescue ano...