Posted on: 2018-02-15 by mel84

Last night I was at home and had just come to terms with leaving my cat Asher with my neighbours when I moved house 2 years ago. I remember being at home in the lounge room and looking at a grey and white cat asleep on the couch, he almost looked the same as my cat but we had replaced him. His name was also Asher. I reached down and stroked him and said “I really wish you were Asher” I then called my neighbour and explained that shortly after moving to my new place I was allow to have a cat and wanted him back. I travelled in my car to visit my old neighbour , I pulled up at the complex it was night time now and it looked different. I knocked on my neighbours door and she answered the door her partner stood behind her looking bothered by my presence. I asked about Asher and told her I was here to take him home. She told me she found a home for him, they made me feel like I abandoned him. I didn’t want to leave him I didn’t want to give him away but my neighbour told me he was with a nice family now but I could try and ask for him back. I could see she thought I was selfish in her eyes. I wanted him back so bad a drove to this families house. His new owner was a dentist, very clean and well presented with a beautiful big home and a few children. She wasn’t happy I was there, I felt like I had rights and they for some reason had no rights to tell me I couldn’t take him. The whole family was distressed as she lead me outside to the backyard. It was beautiful with palm trees all around and beautiful green grass. I looked up to the tree and the sun beamed gloriously through the trees. I saw Asher as friendly and beautiful as I remember him climbing down to greet me. He looked like the 6month old kitten version though he had more white on his face. I asked the woman for him back and begged her till she said “just go” - (take him) the whole family hated me I could see it in their eyes, but I had my cat. I thought about my other cat Asher and how he wasn’t the real Asher. The woman doubted I could care for Asher properly and financially and said he needed “proper care” I brushed it off and walked to their garage and hopped in their big Nissan patrol type car. I held Asher on my lap. As her husband drove me back home (mind you I drove there myself and have a car) there was no conversation and Asher jumped out of the car window. He quickly pulled over so I could get him from the side of the road. I picked him up and realised he was now older large and heavy “we told you he needed extra attention” he snapped at me. I thought they had him for 2 years but realised they had him for 10. I told him about the cat at home and I had to decide what to do, obviously I would keep the real Asher but I’m my dream I was very stressed which one I should keep. IMD