I made an appointment to take Sadie to see Dr. Margaret Roberts after work the next day. Dr. Roberts had diagnosed my Mischief with Diabetes just two years before, and she knew I was still very upset by her recent passing. The last thing she had expected, or I expected for that matter, was for me to take in a new kitten.

Dr. Margaret did an exam of her basic vitals, and then took Sadie into the back to draw blood and do some other tests. She came back into the room and gently handed Sadie to me; she was . . .