Lost Kizzy…

My first pet as an adult was a cat who I named Kizzy. She lived until the ripe old age of 22. She was a gorgeous tabby striped cat who was very clever. She used to jump up at the door knocker to let me know she wanted to come in. In her old age she developed seizures and they became a regular occurrence. One day she went missing, we did all the usual advertising in the local papers and put fliers up etc. but she was nowhere to be found. We sadly came to the conclusion that perhaps she’d suffered a seizure somewhere and had passed away. Anyway, three months later my hubby randomly bought a local paper, we never read the newspapers so this was an unusual thing for him to do. As I was turning the pages I noticed an article about a cat who had been found wandering and had been taken to an animal sanctuary. There was a picture of a lady who worked there and she was holding a cat which resembled Kizzy and basically the whole article was about finding her owners. Happily it was her, we got her back and she managed to live another few months with us before she passed away. I often think about how strange it was that we ‘happened’ to get a newspaper that day and Kizzy ‘happened’ to be in it… fate or coincidence?

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