Alex

Alex rescued "her momma" 8.5 years ago.

My beloved Thistle had died three and a half weeks prior to the day I got my "Sweetie" and I was lost without a cat. My mother says that I have a cat shaped hole in my heart that must be kept filled or I'll bleed to death.

I felt guilty for wanting another cat so soon after my loss, and had not reached the point where I was actively seeking another. But Alex and her biological brother, Silver, were found in a field by a friend's husband. Their mother was nowhere to be found. So, my friend convinced me to take one of the kittens. They were only about 10 days old and had to be bottle fed every few hours. Needless to say, I was absolutely terrified of something that small, and was determined not to let her leave me like Thistle had.

I believe that Thistle went to Heaven and picked Alex out for me. I love all my cats equally, but Alex is special. She sleeps cuddled up next to me at night, and I wake up with her head on my shoulder and my arm around her.

My "Sweetie Girl" saved me from my grief. Any guilt I felt for getting a new cat so soon after Thistle died disappeared, because I realized that Alex most likely would have died without me. Thistle knew that was the only way to help me, so she sent me a baby to save, who in turn saved me.