ive years ago, while dropping off donations with my daughter Madeline, at Easel Animal Rescue in New Jersey, she asked if we could look at the animals. I agreed but had no intention of adopting since we already had two cats. That’s when I met McGregor. He was in a cage, curled in a ball; there was urine wafting from his cage, as a result of wetting himself due to the extreme stress he felt. Hanging from the cage were syringes and medical instructions. It appeared that he was in very poor health but no one could really say what the problem was. I opened the cage and reached in to give him a few scratches behind his ears. When he lifted his head, I noticed a pair of pale blue eyes staring back at me. At first, I thought, oh what pretty blue eyes you have, McGregor. But quickly, I realised they were not blue, he was blind! That brief moment I had with him stole my heart. I ended up going home that day but couldn’t get him out of my mind or heart. Secretly, the next day, before my husband got home from work, I took the cat carrier and drove back to the shelter. I didn’t want to hear all the reasons why I shouldn’t bring him home so I just got him. When I arrived, the ladies at the shelter asked, “Who are you here to adopt today?” I replied, “McGregor.” The look of total shock and joy came over their faces and in unison they said, “McGregor is getting adopted?!” I replied with pride, “He sure is,
