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  Some cats arrive in your life like a whisper. Bobolink was more like a vow. He came to me at six months old, a street rescue with FIV. The SNIP bus rescuer had named him  Boulder —because he wouldn’t move from a single step, trembling and crying when touched. He was considered unadoptable. But once inside my home, everything changed. Happy Cat , my beta cat, took a special interest in him. Within weeks, Boulder was wrestling with his big brother, pouncing, running, and radiating joy. I renamed him  Bobolink , after the bird whose song feels like a burst of sunlight. For five years, he was just that—sunlight. He slept beside me every night, not just for affection, but for the warmth his body came to need. He was my shadow, my comfort, my quiet pal. Then came year six.  He was diagnosed with autoimmune hemolytic anemia, likely linked to his FIV. The vet recommended euthanasia. I pushed back. We tried statins, but his white blood cell count kept falling. Follow-up vis...

  Today we remember the ones who walked beside us, slept near us, and loved us with a purity that only animals can offer. Their paws may no longer echo in our homes, but their spirits remain stitched into our lives. 🕊️ Murjan, our gentle warrior, defied lymphoma for 3.5 years—nearly reaching age 19. His quiet strength and enduring presence were a daily grace. 🕊️ Intrepid, his brave pal, was struck by the same cruel disease at the same time. He fought fiercely for three months before joining his beloved staff, Carl, in rest—both taken by cancer, both remembered for their boldness and joy. Intrepid left us at just 11, but his legacy of fun and fearlessness lives on. 🕊️ Snyezhka, radiant and resilient, battled four kinds of cancer before a sudden saddle thrombus took her in the night at age 7. Her absence was felt deeply by her devoted companion, Happy Cat, who searched for her daily until his own passing from a brain tumor a year later. 🕊️ And Bobolink—our long-haired black beaut...

  Our beloved Bobolink; his days were far too short. Every August 17, cat lovers across the country pause to honor one of the most enigmatic and underappreciated members of the feline family: the black cat. Today is National Black Cat Appreciation Day , a moment to celebrate their sleek charm, challenge old superstitions, and advocate for their rightful place in our homes and hearts. 🌑 A Day Born of Memory This holiday was founded in 2011 by Wayne H. Morris in memory of his sister and her beloved black cat, Sinbad. It began as a personal tribute and grew into a national movement—one that invites us to reconsider the myths that have long shadowed these beautiful creatures. In shelters, black cats are often overlooked, their adoption rates lagging behind their more brightly colored peers. But today, we shine a light on their quiet dignity and magnetic presence. 🐾 Why Black Cats Matter Black cats have been symbols of mystery, magic, and mischief for centuries. In some cultures,...