Dee Dee
I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s; my cat was killed on the road, my world crashed. However, a week later, a stray sick white cat with two different coloured eyes, now known as Dee- Dee entered my life. I nursed her back to health, but she remains a sickly cat.
Dee-Dee follows me everywhere, howls when she comes in from outside to let Me know she’s in, loves her tummy tickled and always thanks me when I feed her.
Even though she is constantly shedding hair which to a house proud person like me is a nightmare, I love her. I am sure that having her has helped me cope with my own illness; she somehow knows when I am in pain and cuddles-up to me, so if she can cope with her ill-health, so can I. I can’t imagine life without my Dee-Dee or my house without her hair!!
