She was hiding behind a black broom in a darkened corner, trying to camouflage herself from a big dog. Her nose was very dry, she hadn't eaten in days. But her green eyes were still shining. I couldn't help it. She'd stolen my heart. I took her home.
Two vets told me not to get my hopes up. She was too weak to survive, they said. I nursed her back to health and my reward was a look of pure gratitude when she could stand up and eat solid food with no problems.
Almost eight years later, Castiel is a happy, intelligent, resilient cat. She responds when spoken to, unless it's a rainy day. She likes watching the rain.
I'd never give her up but circumstances are such that I suddenly have to move to Europe. We wanted to take her with us, but the vet who has been treating her all these years recommends that we re-home her. She tends to get anxious. Our flight has too many stopovers and long journeys by car.
As much as I don't want to give her up, I must do what's best for her. So I hope that the right someone will see this profile and fall in love with her the way I have. She's such a loving cat. She needs a good home. In return, she'll add joy to your home.