The year was 2001 and I was newly sober. The nurse and my good friend from the VA Hospital DeDe in Boston knew I wanted a cat for my new apartment, so she asked the secretary Paula from the clinic to go with me to Angell Memorial Animal Hospital to adopt a cat. We went to look at the cats up for adoption. There were so many nice cats to choose from, but I kept going back to one particular. Every time I approached her cage she would come and rub against it and give me a soft meow. I had to take her home with me. I was told that if I wanted that particular cat I would have to wait because she needed to have her front tooth removed because of an abscess. I new I wanted her so I would wait the extra day. When I was filling out the paper work and was about to pay the $100 fee, Paula said that DeDe wanted to give it to me as a gift and she paid the fee for me. The next day I picked up Daisy. She was a calico and I fell in love. She was 3 years old. She was with me through some major moments in my life, like the death of my mother. She was my best friend. This past June after about a years battle with kidney failure, I had to put Daisy down. She was 15 years old. I couldn't bear to see her suffer anymore. I held her in my arms while they administered the shot that would end her life. I sat with her for about 15 minutes and cried my eyes out. I cried all the way home and was depressed for weeks. Finally a friend had told me about a woman who needed to give away her one year old Siamese mixed, so I adopted Lucy. I still miss Daisy very much, but Lucy has filled my life again with so much love and joy.