Well..I really don't know how to explain the feelings I've had since my very first entered my life..I guess all I can really do is tell you the story.
I've been lonely ever since we moved to Mahomet IL. Mainly because I don't fit in with any of the crowds and never really tried to fit in either. High School isn't treating me well at all, and I felt extremely depressed and angry all the time. Well then came Mystik. I used to despise cats until Mystik came into my life. She pretty much was tossed to me by my sister. I couldn't bear to not take care of her she was such a sweetheart. The first time we met she bit me..not the angry bite but more of the playful "I love you." bite. Love bite. Since then I fell in love with her. She was my best friend and the only friend I ever needed. I felt so happy to come home and find Mystik waiting for me at the door. Then came the dreadful day when my sister took her back. I felt lonely, depressed, and angry all over again. I went back to my old gothic self and didn't care about nothing anymore. In fact..I just wanted to die I hated life so much.
My birthday came crawling up. I was still so angry I didn't even have a gift list. My sister called me up and told me to go onto the humane society page and told me to help her find a cat for her. Well since she already owned Mystik the tabby I was looking at other tabbys and telling her which ones I think would be good for her. Then she said the magic words, "This cat is for you." "Well in that case..I want a black one!" were the words that spilled out of my mouth. I went browsing black cats when I saw an adorable face that has been there for way too long..
His name was CJ. Been there since June 11th 2004. Lived his life as a stray, wasn't liked because he was black. Stupid superstisions is what was keeping this poor creature in the shelter, because most the people in my town are very superstisious. "I want this one!" was what I had said. On November 27th 4 days after my birthday, we made a trip to the humane society to check out my best friend. We took CJ out of his cage and carried him off to the accquantance room. When I set him down and sat on the floor he completely ignored my sister and my mother and went straight to me. He laid in my lap and licked my hand and give me a little love bite. A big bright smile sweeped across my face as tears of love streamed down my cheeks. "I want this one.." I choked out as I cried.
Then it became official, we paid the $75.00 for him and signed the adoption papers. On November 28th 2004, Jack Daniels Joe Mason became a Dossett.
A couple months later my sister wanted another cat. Her and her boyfriend went searching yet again in the humane society. They came across a long-haired tabby named "Bryan Wilson." Upon adopting him they named him "Marty." But then Marty became my cat and I changed his name to "Tracii Guns." Unfortunately he was murdered recently so he is no longer with us.
Even though Tracii is gone, my best friend is still here with me. I still have that special glow you only see from me when I am happy. As long as I have my Jack Daniels with me, the greatest birthday present, the bestest friend I have ever had, I will always be happy.
I hope this has answered your question and sorry for it being so long.