Casanova

The past year and a half of my life has been full of a lot of changes and decisions. I graduated high school. Had a major surgery to remove my colon. Then another to put everything back together. I made the decision to officially leave my verbal and physically abusive relationship. I moved to MO with my grandparents while my family moved halfway across the country. Now I've moved halfway across the country to be with them. In the middle of all that chaos I got a little kitten which you've all seen due to my many pictures posted of him.

His name is Casanova and to many he is just a cat. To me he is a companion. When I adopted him I was going through a pretty dark time in my life. I had never felt so alone. Then all of a sudden there was something in my life that needed me. He was just a part of my life but I was his whole life and that effected me greatly. Now I wouldn't say he was the best when I was crying because all he wanted to do was play. Although by doing that he made me laugh. He is the only consistent thing in my life from this past year. Some people may think this is stupid but a cat saved my life. His love and companionship helped me through the roughest times in my life. It's felt like the past year has just flown by. Somehow on Monday he will actually be a year old which is just crazy to think about. There is something about a pets love that can be therapeutic. They don't know what's going on they just wanna play and cuddle. It's so simple for them. In that it makes problems seem simple I think.