My Story - Rusty

When I lost my “mommy” after her battle with dementia, I felt so alone.  A couple of nice guys came to feed me, clean my little box and make sure I was OK. After my mommy died, I was so sad and kind of scared not knowing what was going to happen to me, that I hid from them under my mommy’s bed.  She loved me so much and I really loved her.  I made her happy even when she wasn’t feeling good, and now I had no one to love or to make happy. I actually heard one of these guys say that I was her only joy in life—that made me feel pretty special. Then I heard the nice guys who fed me say they would make sure I would be taken care of and have lots of new friends. After roughing it in hiding for a month, lots of friends sounded pretty cool—especially since I’m so outgoing and affectionate. They said I would be living at Blue Bell in Laguna Canyon, and that sounded even better! I wasn’t sure what Blue Bell was, but new friends and living in a canyon sounded like just what I needed to help me not be sad anymore. Well, I’m here to say that since I moved to Blue Bell, I now have lots of cat and people friends! My new home has these neat little enclosed patios and a bigger one so I can get sunshine and see birds and lizards who also live in the canyon. I still sometimes miss my mommy, but I’m not sad anymore!