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Two months after my diagnosis, I adopted the cat of a friend of mine who had married a guy terribly allergic to cats and then, had a baby. So, the cat was living in their basement along with three other cats with whom he wasn't so friendly. The cat came into my life at a perfect time. Like you, Oriol, I had reason to think of another living being other than crazed in my head about the HIV. The cat was loving, slept in my bed every night, learned tricks, and was, still is, an all-around nice feline. I'd never bonded with an animal until this four-legger happened along and I finally understood what all the pet love hype is about. This large tuxedo black and white boy changed my lifestyle, my awareness and helped to ready me for other adoptions and adaptations I would not have envisioned pre-diagnosis. If you'd asked me six years ago if I could ever be a cat person, I'd have told you there wasn't even a sliver of a chance. Ask my cat? He'll tell you he had me at Meow.
Oriol
MovedToWrite - Glad to know you're a fellow animal lover, I'm sure that I'll be revisiting this topic regularly.
October 9, 2008