Lola
On February 27, 2013, our world came crashing down. I was getting ready for work when our three-and-a-half-year-old cat, Theo, suddenly collapsed and stopped breathing. Tragically, he passed away. Theo was the love of our lives, and had been with us for exactly two-and-half years, to the day. We were beyond crushed. The experience of losing him - and the trauma of trying to get him help that rainy morning - was soul-crushing.
We knew we'd adopt again, but wanted to wait awhile. I found solace chatting every night with others who'd recently lost pets at aplb.org (Association of Pet Loss and Bereavement). Slowly, I began to heal from the trauma.
About three weeks after Theo's passing, I felt compelled to look at online adoptable listings. I was feeling brave, a bit stronger, and thought I'd try looking at cats without getting too upset. I browsed through the listings, and then stopped when I saw an ad for a seven-month-old smokey tabby tuxedo kitty named Max. His mischievous expression and unusual markings drew me in. I felt my heart race a little, the same way I'd felt when I first saw Theo's photo.