I think both of my cats were meant to be here. but mostly in hindsight.
For simba, in the moment, it was "mommy can i pleeeeease, if dad says its okay??" (well, long story short mom said yes figuring my dad would *nnneeeeevvver* cave. But he did). we (well, suprise to me) got him a day after my neighbours got butterscotch - his littermate.
Boo on the other hand had found her little way to a pet store (that usually only carries products). she smelled the food and was waiting in the morning. drunken stumble is the best i could describe her walking around the store. eating food like it was oxygen. my dad went to the store, saw her, was almost in love and almost just brought her home. saying to the store people "dont tell me daughter" sarcastically. Well, later that day my mom went to the same pet store, for something else we needed, and there she was. starving but still so cute with all her fluff. (mom went there figured "its closer, and surely ill be able to resist a skinny sick looking cat") not so much. so then mom called the house and asked my dad what i was doing, and said to bring me over to the store. Then i, although scared for the already dominant Simba, fell in love and we had to have her!!
Boo's story i think says she is especially meant for us. nobody else that went in could house her. the condition was "as long as we can bring her back if it doesnt work out with our current pets". had to give simba some adjusting time, but he came around.
i think theyre both meant to be here now, because if they werent, i would live in an animal-less house. i just could not do with that.
So in a way, therye kind of both here because of my dad
thats really something awesome to think about now. ive loved them always but they always make us smile and laugh, even in his absense. maybe it was all part of fate? if fate exists at all?
before we got max, our dog, the original pet of this 'round' of pets, for a bit my parents swore "no more pets". but then some time passed, the pain healed some from putting to sleep our dog before him, and my dad needed the "pitter patter of little feet" (and i was 17, far past 'little')
hmmmm... in a funny way all of the animals that have been in my life for the last roughly 10 years, have been because of him. Im just really realizing this right now. its so nice
very unfortunately hes not here as well to enjoy them, but my animals really are theraputic even if theyre not 'trained' for it. having them around really does change my life for the better