I just had to share this.  Six years ago the month my father died, Donna and I also lost our good, old orange boy cat named Boris. He disappeared when we were with my  dad as he was dying. We loved  that cat and his disappearance added to our sadness and grief.

Today I got a phone call from Northwood animal hospital. Boris was   brought in my Nancy Yates who took him in three years ago.  She fed him along with the five other strays she was taking care of   but let Boris come into the house when it got cold. His teeth got infected so she brought him to the Northwood animal  hospital to see if he could be saved. He needed expensive dental surgery and Nancy didn't have that kind of money and thought  he was going to have to be put down. But the Northwood vets found a microchip in his neck and called me. Even three years after my cochlear surgery, I am still  nervous using phones but this time I answered. They were calling to  tell me Boris was alive.

 I drove right over there and yes it was our good boy. But very sick.   So we are going to do the surgery and get him back to health and bring   him back home where even Nancy Yates--who so generously paid that day's vet bill and left a contribution towards his future care--  agreed he belongs We are speechless. We stayed with him until the hospital closed. He will have to stay at Northwood until the surgery on Friday but yesterday when we visited him, her curled up on Donna’s lap  as if he knew that was where he belonged, stretched out a paw to hold onto her sleeve  and the burst into purrs.

Love to you all. 

I just entered this contest that ends April 1^st.  Please do vote for Boris.  You may have to wait until later this afternoon after they process his entry.  He’s such a good boy—the vet’s say you can’t pass by his cage without him talking to you or purring.