08/19/2025
Hattie found her forever home after three years of being in our care at A Second Chance Feline Rescue.
As we continue rehabbing the cat house we are getting ready to move, so the house can be fixed or torn down due to carpenter ants.
I was going to remain closed for intakes and technically we are. I have one slot for an adult cat and I was not going to fill it until yesterday.
Mondays, I volunteer at the food bank for forgotten harvest. For some reason I was just missing my boy. Biscuit James. I wear his ashes around my neck and that gives me a little solitude..
We got done and fashionably early which I hope is a good thing not many people showed up but everybody got what they needed so I proceeded to try to recover from Friday when my blood sugar crashed to 45 I could not get it above 65 even now it’s around 73 I’m hypoglycemic .
I got a phone call yesterday that I thought was a spam call from 586 number so I knew it was something or maybe someone I met at the cruise or something so even though the call really didn’t go through. I called them back. .
The person that answered, the phone told me the story about his neighbor just passing the adult kids, removing the items from the house that are upsetting the cat that was left behind . The adults wanted to put the cat down and I’ve been through that before I’ve had intakes of deceased cat parents, and I’ve had to deal with the end result with the animal going through a period of grief getting that cat out of grief and rehoming them to a good family And giving them
A Second Chance
Something in my gut told me she was a black cat so I asked, and I agreed to take her. I agreed to a meet and greet yesterday.
■ Welcome Home, Jackie ■
In memory of Biscuit James, forever in my heart
Yesterday was a hard day. I found myself crying for Biscuit in every way possible — missing him, aching for him, remembering the weight of his presence.
I thought I was simply moving through another day of grief.But love has a way of finding us when we least expect it.
That afternoon , I got a call from a neighbor of a woman who had just passed away. He had known her for 40 years, and with her passing, her 15-year-old cat Jackie was suddenly left with nothing. The family was clearing out the house, throwing away everything Jackie had ever known. They wanted her gone, even suggesting putting her down.
I asked one question: “Is she a black cat?” When he said yes, I knew my answer immediately.
Jackie is a domestic shorthair, 15 years old, and weighs about 30 pounds. She is grieving, confused, and heavy with sorrow.
When I met her, I couldn’t even wrap my arms fully around her — but in that moment, she wrapped herself around my heart. She is exactly what I needed.
Biscuit was a sturdy, muscular black cat — 21 pounds of pure magic, a panther who thought he was a Night Fury dragon.
Jackie is different: she’s soft, round, vulnerable,
and lost. But when I look into her eyes, I see Biscuit’s shadow and his gift to me. I believe he sent her to me.
Because love doesn’t end when a body leaves us. It lingers, it echoes, it finds ways to remind us that we’re not alone. Yesterday, in the middle of my tears, Biscuit gave me Jackie.
Welcome home, sweet girl. You are safe now. You are loved. You are not too much. You are exactly right. ■
My heart hurts right now for him, but this gift I can help save this girl get her trimmed down I get her back to a healthy weight. She might have 10 years left, but I’m gonna make sure she has a great life and I might even see biscuits, dragon wings fit her eventually, and then I’ll have my own female night fury!
If you would like to help us, please donate. I’m going to start a subscription soap service every month. You get a different soap handmade with love with care and all the proceeds. Go to providing for the cats..
This is the rescues at wish list
https://www.walmart.com/lists/wishlist/192cd2a3-d61c-45d2-a513-6003052c5579
