On January 14, 2011 Graham and I hauled ass to Little Rock Animal Village to check out a cat I saw on PetFinder. His name was Jazz, and he was a beautiful tabby with big green eyes and the most adorable round face. Graham got home from work just in time and we made it to the shelter right before they closed.
He was apprehensive about getting a cat, but he put his fingers to the cage, and the cat immediately began to play. That sealed the deal and we filled out the paperwork and brought him home with us. We got off to a rocky start. He pooped in his cardboard carrier, and when we stopped at a gas station to clean it out, he tried to run away. He cried the whole way home. We kept talking to him, telling him over & over "it's okay, Buddy. It's okay". That became his name. Once we got home, he calmed down & we fell completely head over heels for him.
I've professed my love for this cat multiple times, so I'm not going to gush about how amazing he is. I'm just going to say that two years ago Graham & I went to a shelter and picked out a cat that needed a home. That cat became an integral part of our lives. He helped make a newly engaged couple into a family. He helped make Arkansas a less lonely home for a homesick Carolina girl.
I don't know his exact age. I know the shelter had his age listed as one. But since he came into our lives in January 14, that will be his birthday. So happy birthday Buddy. We can't imagine what life would be like if we hadn't made it to the shelter on that Friday afternoon in January.