As I sat on the sofa with my sister, my gorgeous and affectionate new cat ambled between us, purring. That’s when I finally had a meltdown. Weeks of anxiety had come to a head and, exhausted, I told her I was considering whether I should give my new housemate back.
Leo wasn’t the problem. With just three legs but a huge heart, he was the ideal pet for me. He was a little nervous, often hiding under the bed, but he was incredibly sweet-natured. This had not been a rash decision either. I had spent a long time thinking through all the ramifications and responsibilities of owning a pet, and felt well prepared.
