Long ago, I was in a dark place, struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts. I felt lost and alone, like there was no way out of the darkness. But I had several cats at the time, including Scamper, who would cuddle and snuggle with me at bedtime. I could not bear the thought that no one would be around to take care of them if I was gone. So I got through the depression with their help. My cats saved my life.
Scamper, in particular, had a way of sensing when I was feeling down and would come to me, purring and rubbing his head against my leg. His affectionate nature brought me comfort and solace, and slowly but surely, I began to see a glimmer of hope.
But Scamper wasn't the only cat who helped me through those dark days. There was also Mittens, a gray and white tabby who always seemed to know just when I needed a snuggle. And then there was Tiger, a fierce orange tomcat who would sit on my lap and purr for hours on end. They all had their own unique personalities, but they shared one thing in common: they brought light into my life when I needed it most.
With my furry companions by my side, I began to see the beauty in the world again. Their affectionate natures and playful spirits brought joy into my life, and their unwavering presence gave me the strength to keep going.
Looking back on those dark days, I realize just how much my cats saved my life. Their unwavering love and support gave me the courage to keep going, even when everything felt hopeless. They taught me the power of love and the strength of the human spirit.