How my cat helped me conquer cancer

About 16 years ago my husband and I left Denver, Colorado for a small Texas town.

We took with us our cat, Snoopy. People think that cats bond with places, not people. This was not true with ours.

She wasn’t a great traveler — she needed to be medicated while we drove to our new home. But it was clear once we arrived that she was glad we’d brought her.

Bringing her into our family had been unplanned.

My husband had really bad allergies. He was allergic to dairy products, pollen and many other things, including cats. He went through allergy treatments using acupuncture (more on this in another article). These treatments worked!

The healer asked if he’d like to be treated for his cat allergies. He said, “What the heck.” The next day Snoopy showed up on our doorstep.

She was a tiny little thing, a ball of fluff. We thought she was a kitten. She looked hungry, so we fed her.

She kept showing up, and we kept feeding her. She bulked up really fast. It turned out that she was actually about 6 years old. The reason she was so small was that she was starving. The heavy fur coat hid how skinny she was.

We found this out (her age) when we took her to the vet. Because, you see, she had become part of our family. So…