Breaking Past Fear
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Clever, Curious, Caring Cat
By Terilynn Mitchell

The memories and paw print of a beloved cat remains in our heart and soul forever.
~Author Unknown

The photograph on the rescue website haunted me. An emaciated black-and-brown tabby slouched on the sidewalk, leaning against a brick wall. Her head hung in dejection; she looked ready to collapse from exhaustion in the hot sun.

Barb, a friend and a seasoned rescuer, had posted the picture, looking for a foster.

I had no right taking on a new responsibility at this time in my life. We had just put my mother into hospice, which required that I stop advocating for her and prepare to let her go. I drove almost daily to her home to supervise her care and maximize whatever amount of time I had left with her. Meanwhile, I already had one diabetic cat and another in renal failure. My hands were full. (Keep reading)