On Veteran's Day, I adopted Bella from PetSmart/Angel of Hope. She is 7 years old, and a sweetheart. All she seems to want is attention, and to be scratched and petted. She doesn't bother me in my sleep, when I eat, or when I am busy. She loves the couch and the rug in the living room, where she likes to roll and around on her back. She doesn't play with the few toys I got her, but, I just got the minimal what I needed until I could figure out what else she wanted. She sleeps a lot, but she just came here from Georgia, and has a wound on her right ear, so who knows what she has been through. I guess when I first saw her and her wound, I thought, she needs me. Then I thought, I need her. She has been a great comfort for me. It's like I ordered the best cat ever.
I am truly thankful to God for Bella. It was three years ago when I tried to adopt, too soon, I guess, after Chocolate. Now I have a job, which I thought I'd never have again, and a cat, of which I feared I would never have again. I am thankful to God for both. Maybe I just needed time re: the loss of Chocolate. And maybe I just needed to find something that I liked and was good at, re: the job. I still worry about the job, for worry that I won't do a good job or that people will not like me. But I guess all I can do is take it one day at a time, get help for myself, of which I am, and just be thankful.