This is my furry guru, Garrett.
He came into my life two years ago. His was a dual rescue. Rescue number one was as a kitten, from an abandoned shelter in New Orleans post Hurricane Katrina. The volunteers had minutes to get as many cats as they could. Several were hastily stuffed into one carrier and Garrett's leg was broken in the process. He holds no grudge and bears no obvious damage. Rather that than to be left behind. From New Orleans, the very special volunteer who saved his life brought him to a very special no-kill shelter here in town. Two years after his arrival, we found him. Rescue number two complete.
For such a rough start, Garrett now lives the life of a king. He is a very big boy, weighing in at more than 20 pounds. And in his own big way, he has rescued me. I've learned from him that I have much to learn.
How to properly bask in the sun.
How to make naps a high priority.
How to eat with gusto.
How to put words to my needs.
How to cuddle like nobody's business.
How to stand my ground when confronted with something or someone bigger than me.
How to look at those around me with deep love and appreciation.
Is there anything more sacred than this? I don't think so.