He Brought Me to a Shelter “Just to Look”—But the Cat Had Something That Stopped My Heart
He said we were “just browsing” the animal shelter after brunch—no pressure. But then he led me into a little room and returned with a gray kitten who looked exactly like Misty, my childhood cat. I was already emotional when I saw the ring tied around her collar.
“She’s part of the adoption package,” he said, tearing up. Then I noticed the tag: “Will you maary me?”—yes, with two A’s. He blushed. I laughed through tears and said yes.
Later, he told me he’d been planning the proposal for months and never expected to find a kitten that looked just like my Misty. He took it as a sign. Everything felt perfect—until Misty stopped eating three weeks later.
She was diagnosed with FIP, a deadly disease in kittens. We were devastated. But we found hope through a woman named Tasha who helped us access treatment. We scraped together money, gave her daily injections, and after 84 days, she pulled through. Misty had survived.
One day at the vet, an older woman recognized her. She’d rescued Misty as a stray and brought her to the shelter. We invited her to our wedding. She cried the hardest during our vows, while Misty, wearing a little bowtie, sat in the front row.
Dan later whispered, “This was never just about a kitten.” And he was right. It was about love, timing, and how sometimes, the smallest creature brings the biggest miracles.
