Rooty had many sisters and brothers, but the owner couldn't take all of them in. She was about to drop them off at a shelter when I went over to check them out, and I saw a little black fluffball dancing around and trying to climb up my leg. I knew she was meant to be my companion and took her home. I went through a long period of depression, and when Rooty saw me sad, she would climb up on my chest, lick my chin and purr until I felt better. I couldn't imagine my life without my sweet fluffball.