Hard to believe

I'm sitting at my work desk, and my Bug is on the chair next to me. I haven't decided yet if she's there to be close to me, or because the chair is covered with a snuggly soft fleece, and the space heater is spitting out heat directly onto my Bug. I kinda think it's the latter! It's hard for me to believe that I brought her home over 2 1/2 years ago. When I first saw her, she was alone in a cage because according to NOAH, she didn't get along with other cats. She was a beautiful orange tabby. When I talked to her, she came over to the front of the cage, and allowed me to pet her. Her fur was so soft!! I read her chart and saw that she had been returned by her previous owners and had been on medication for anxiety. I knew that she would not be easily adopted, but I also knew that I wasn't sure if I wanted the responsibility and the cost of buying medication for her. I asked the staff if she was still on medication. They weren't sure. So I left and thought about her that night. I went back to NOAH the next day and found out that she was no longer on any meds. I knew then that she would be coming home with me. I've never regretted that decision, but in hindsight, if I had not adopted her, I would have missed out on so much love, laughter, and joy that she brings me every day. There is a part of me that sees the stories of cats that need to find a forever home and part of my heart and soul wishes that I could open my home to some of them. But then I look at my Bug, see how content and safe she seems to feel, and I know that bringing another cat into our world would not be fair to her. While I hope I have many more years with my Bug, I also know that the next time I adopt, I will be looking for a cat with some special needs, a cat that is not so adoptable as the cute playful kitten, a cat that will fill my heart and home with love in much the same way my Bug has.