A little while before 2013, Mom told my sister and I that she and Dad were divorcing. I knew it would happen, literally all my life I knew something was off.
So, Mom and Dad were no longer married. My sister and I lived with Mom from then on.
Money was hard. Really hard. We were so poor the only place we could afford to rent was an old haunted house that was infested with fleas and mice. That's also the year my mom got a boyriend.
All night. Every night. No sleep. It hurt my brain, true traumatization. I wanted to die, but I didn't because I needed to keep my cat safe. I needed to keep my baby safe.
He got stolen.
My baby Loki got stolen away.
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I still remember the last time I saw him. I was tossing acorns around the yard, and Loki would meow and chase after them. It was such a fun game.
I cry as I type this out, because losing Loki was the most painful moment of my life. I loved him more than I could ever love anyone. He was literally like a son to me.
I spent a few weeks. Waiting. Waiting for him to come home.
He never came.
I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't kill myself, just in case he came back.
One day my mother came home from work with a crate. A cat carrier. My heart skipped a beat.
"I have a surprise for you!" Mom exclaimed.
"Is Loki home?!" I said, my eyes tearing up as I hopefully stared at the carrier.
"No..." Said Mom, "But come look!"
She led me over to the cage, and I knelt down to see what it was.
A tiny kitten, only a few weeks old, hobbled around in the cage.
"Oh!" I said, not sure what I was feeling. "Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked.
"It's a girl! I got her just for you!" Said Mom.
The little kitten was white, brown and orange with cute little brown eyes. She was insanely small and adorable!
But all I saw was Loki. I started crying and hugged Mom.
A purpose to live. This little kitten needs me. I will guide her and raise her like I did with Loki! I will be the best mother for her...
I thought, but she needed a name.
We all let the kitten out of her crate on the couch. It was a nice comfy place where she could be eye-level with our dog, Nacho. Nacho, of course, was very excited to meet my new baby. He came up to her and sniffed her, and she hissed at him and then lashed at his snout.