Kyle

This little tyke pretty much saved my life.

I know that’s a bold statement but it’s a true one.

Between October 2018 and July 2019 I lost both my parent, my dad it was expected he had been battling brain cancer for 18 months… that’s 15 months longer than he was given to live. He was a very silent and stubborn man.

After Dad passed Mum never really got over it and her health declined quickly, it was rough. I remember coming home from the hospital and crawling under my duvet and just crying, I felt lost.

I was very lucky to have some great friends around me who got me through that summer. We laughed, we cried, and we got the chaos of what my life was going to be in order best we could.

In the September I went back to work, that was hard. I didn’t know what to expect not so much of other people but of myself. This was a very new life I was starting to live.

I have always lived at home and over the last 6 years cared for both my parent, then in the span of a few months I was left with a massive hole in my life.

Every time I walked into the empty house after work especially in the later months of the year when it was dark and cold was like I was being punched in the gut. I’d just cocoon up try sleep best I could and try again the next day. It was a very very dark time.

In the December my friend Peter was looking to get a kitten for his girlfriend as a surprise for Christmas. He asked if he managed to get the new addition to his family if I would look after them until Christmas Eve. I naturally agreed.

So, the search began, you would think finding kittens to adopt would be easy, you would be very wrong. But he finally came across 2 little boys who had been found in the rain and needed a forever home.

Peter asked if I would be willing to home the other kitten, I felt so much joy at the thought of having a new little life in my life.

We went and picked them up an all black slender little guy they had dubbed Luke and a dumpy little guy dubbed Sam.

My life suddenly got lighter, I loved coming home and laying on the floor and playing with these 2 cheeky little guys.

I have 2 older cat Eric and Kenny, they were very much my mums cats and they have been and still are going through their own grief cycle. I chose to call the little dumpy black and white kitten Kyle to go in with the South Park theme, Luke was called Kiwi as he was All Black… get it??? New Zealand All Blacks, Kiwi….

Anyway Christmas Eve comes and I hand over Kiwi safe and sound, it tugged at my heart string I had actually really bonded with that little guy, he was such a big character he kinda stifled Kyle.

As soon as it was just me and Kyle we bonded, it was almost like this little soul knew I needed him.

So, there was a small plot twist to Kyle, I took him to the vets for his jobs and wellness check and turns out Kyle is actually a little girl…. she is still called Kyle by the way.

It’s amazing how things just find you when you need them most, let them.

Kyle makes every day better, she’s my little buddy, my little terror, my little saviour.

Till next time Outliers