Twelve years ago I walked into a pet shelter just looking to browse. In the kitty room a bandaged, shaved, lousy looking cat pawed my leg and cried.
"That one loves you!' the worker said.
I had to take her. She was deformed, injured, sick. Bleeding UTI for months. Special diet. Pumpkin pie filling mixed with her food.
But it was worth it. She grew and healed. Became healthy and strong. She was the sweetest, friendliest kitty I ever knew.
Today we had to put her down. Mouth cancer. Our joy just wasn't worth her pain anymore.