People come and go in our lives. Sometimes we miss them and sometimes it was for the best. Pets comes in our lives by our choice and they just seem to make things better. Maybe because they are full of love for us or maybe because we are full of love for them. Either way, they make life a little more interesting.
I had never had a cat in my life growing up because my mom has allergies. So when I was on my own, my friend suggested a cat because they are less maintenance than a dog. I decided since I was already so high maintenance, I would get myself a cat, a black one with yellow eyes and I was naming him or her Piper.
My mom and I visited the Petsmart on Coloinal Drive many times searching for the perfect cat to adopt. We went every week and I couldn’t find one that I wanted. They had all types of cats but I just wanted one that fit. I knew I would know when it was right but I didn’t know when.
One week, while I had a cold, My mom dragged me to the store one more time and when I walked in this small gray kitten looked up to me, stuck her paw out and meowed. I wanted a cat so bad that would meow and it was if she said pick me. So I picked her.
I was so excited to bring her home and the moment they handed her to me she started to purr. She purred all the way home. Once in the house, she took off to the back bedroom. For some reason I just called out, "Piper!" and she came running back. She knew her name. The name I picked before I even found a cat. It was right. She got me.
Piper and I have been together for over 5 years now. She has seen me through jobs and career changes. Beginning and ending relationships. She was there when I graduated from graduate school. She judges me when I doing something bad and knows I know better. She celebrates when I accomplish something in my life. She is excited when I return from a trip but then ignores me to teach me a lesson for leaving. And Piper has been here, laying besides me, while I wrote another blog entry as I know she will be for many years to come.