My sweet baby girl turned 6 on Sunday. Her real birthday is earlier in June, but since I really don’t know when she was born, her “gotcha day” is June 18th, and that’s what we roll with.
I found out not too long ago that when she was abandoned at Dominos, someone tossed her out the window of a moving car. With it being a parking lot, I like to think they weren’t moving too fast, but it still breaks my heart. She was so young, scrawny and vulnerable when she entered my life. Not to mention, she was ridden with worms and fleas, dehydrated and malnourished.
All that’s to say, Junip is certainly thriving now! My girl has come a long ways; she’s a scrappy, resilient fighter. In the last 6 years, we have lived at 5 different places. She has a tabby roommate named Gnar Gnar and Buddy, an older Beagle mix. For the most part, these three get along so well.
I could go on and on about how much Junip means to me, but this post is merely to observe and acknowledge our anniversary. My close friends have heard the story a thousand times before: “I was going through a lot when I got this cat, and Junip was the one constant in my life when everything was rapidly changing” and blah, blah, blah. I’ve grown tired of repeating myself. In a nut shell, this cat is my furbaby, and she will always possess a special place in my heart.