Do You Believe in Miracles?

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I have personally witnessed what I consider miracles a few times regarding cats that have touched our lives in some way. Even if you don’t normally believe in miracles, I have some stories that may change your mind. At the very least these stories may very well get you thinking about life in a different way. This is the story of Aurora.

My wife started volunteering at the local Humane Society. She really enjoys helping others in need. She is the most caring and helpful person I have ever met. Only after a few times at the Humane Society she was hooked. In fact, she talked me into trying it and I got hooked as well.

One day while she was there helping out she wandered into the room where the cats are kept that have been designated for euthanasia. These are cats that are too sick, too feral, or kittens that are too sick to get adopted. Unfortunately, there are just SO MANY homeless cats and dogs that at times even pets that are considered “marginal” may not get a chance because there is such pressure from the constant flow of new animals coming in and they need the space.

Early on we signed up for fostering. This is when people offer their homes for a period of time to homeless pets that need temporary housing to recover from surgery, or is pregnant, or is sick, and also tiny kittens or puppies that are too young for adoption yet. After they recover from their situation and are ready to be adopted they will then go back to the Humane Society to hopefully get adopted.

Although volunteers aren’t supposed to be in the waiting room for euthanasia my wife went in anyway. She looked through a several crates with sick, injured cats and kittens were located. Now for clarification just because an animal is sick or injured they don’t automatically get put to sleep. They get evaluated and many are given treatments and recover to be adopted, but some are not curable or have a disease that is highly contagious and would infect other cats they would come in contact with.

My wife Sallie found a crate with three very young kittens in it. One was very sick and the other two seemed fine, but were just really young and tiny. She thought perhaps the person who did the evaluating may have just assumed all three were sick. She took out the other two and offered to bring them home to foster. She saved their lives.

She brought home the two kittens and we put them in a spare bedroom. One was a Siamese that she liked which she named Phoebe. The other was a super tiny little multi-color fur ball that I named Aurora. Now I had a really awesome cat named Calypso and was not in the market for adding a new friend. However, I did play a major role in taking care of them both and just being around Aurora I could sense there was something there between us. Something very special.

We started hanging out together more and right about the time that I really fell for her she got very sick. Aurora was really, really sick. We think that she caught whatever the sick cat had when Sallie found them in the crate in the waiting room. We took her to the Humane Society vet. She said that Aurora was so sick that they couldn’t even find a vein to draw blood to run tests on. They said there wasn’t much they could do for her and offered to put her down. I was crushed.

We said no and asked for them to give her an injection of antibiotics and we would take her home and try to see if we could help her get better. NOBODY thought Aurora had a chance to survive. She was only about three months old and was on the verge of death for the second time. Three times really if you count she got separated from her mom very young out on the streets before she ended up at the Humane Society. By some miracle she survived and eventually healed up. Aurora was always a little small, a little fragile, a little sickly from time to time. However, we became soul mates and best of friends. She was the first cat that I had this type of relationship with. We hung out together all the time. She slept in bed with me at night. I had to get a second chair to put next to my computer for her because she would always take mine. She was always in my lap while watching tv. Aurora had the most amazing personality, funny, silly, affectionate, and playful.

Aurora loved me more than any pet I had ever had. When I was sick or recovering from a procedure she was right there helping me just like I had helped her. Aurora made it past the age of thirteen. She had a few times where she got a little ill and we were always able to help her get better. This last time was too much and I did not want her to suffer. I took her to the Emergency Vet very early on Thanksgiving morning and held her as the vet ended her pain. It was awful and I still miss her even now several years later. I knew that I had made the right choice. I did not want my best friend to suffer if she was not going to be able to recover.

I feel so lucky to have had Aurora in my life for as long as I did. It was a miracle that we even met at all. Then I almost lost her again just as I was getting to really know her. Even though it seemed hopeless, there was another miracle that she pulled through. I also feel that when a human and an animal have such a powerful, loving, unique, and special bond that is a miracle too. She gave me all she had for many years and I greatly enjoyed every moment of it.

To me Aurora story is a miracle. She was the first cat that I had this type of bond with. Aurora was not the last bond of this type nor was she the last miracle story I witnessed. There are more to share at another time.

Thanks so much for reading this post. I have learned that there are more miracles out there. We just have to be aware to recognize them.