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When I was about seven years old my mom surprised me by coming to my elementary school with a small kitten that was a calico. She was so small. She had got her from our veterinary hospital that we had got another kitten from. My mom had named her Stacey. When I would be hurt emotionally either by my parents or someone else that happened at school, and I would be crying in my room.

Stacey would come to me and meow like she was saying it was okay and she would let me hold her as I cried. As I cried into her fur she would purr. As I got older, I became what everyone said was suicidal, but when I held Stacey she didn't care about how different I was.

She knew exactly when I would get home from the moment I got off of my bus and walked through my front door. Even when we moved from the only home she had ever known, she stayed connected with me.

When she was 15 years old, she had become very sick. During the last few months of her life, I had noticed that her health was taking a downwards side. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn't going to make it through this time.

Every time I came home from work and went to my room, she would struggle to get up and meow softly. She would eat a little but not much. Then, the day came when I took her to our vet and they told me that she had a mass in her abdominal area and that it would take thousands of dollars to get her back to the way she was just for them to find out what it was.

I made the decision to put her to sleep. She was my best friend and in a way Stacey was the one who rescued me. I had her cremated so she will always be with me. No cat could ever replace my best friend.

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Story submitted by Whitney from Bonney Lake, WA.

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