Narni was 17, a black cat with open wounds on her nose. Narni’s owner had died and Narni had been tossed out of her home to fend for herself, no water, little food, cutting open her nose to get water from a watering can, so thin and frail, she barely survived.
Narni was considered a problem, her family wanted her PTS but a vet saw a spark in Narni and convinced the family to surrender her to a rescue.
When I saw Narni I knew I had to adopt her and give her the best last years if her life, she was traumatied and disliked people. After months of gentle coaxing plus a few scratches and bites she became a part of my family. Narni taught me that with patience and understanding animals can change. Her gentle nature and quirky meow would bring joy to my heart and so did seeing her so happy and at home. Narni formed a special bond with my autistic daughter and we loved her very much. Narni had a good two years with me, her room with it’s special armchair and heated seat are now empty, RIP Narni, we miss you ❤️

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