My Best Friend Mr Sherlock a Maine Coon Cat Knew I was Ill
by Carolyn SeRine
Mr Sherlock my best friend
I have two Maine Coon cats, Mr Sherlock and his runt sister Gizzie girl. I have had them from day one of their lives. They are both now eleven. Joy, smiles and love fill my home beyond words as I realize my cats are like my kids and my best friends. My life dramatically changed as my male cat saved my life. This is my story.
I thought my male cat Mr. Sherlock was ill as he continually cried and wanted to lay on my chest while I was resting on my sofa. He most definitely was trying to tell me something. This continued for weeks. I became concerned and thought he was ill.
He never left my side one winter month in 2006. Then he would knead my chest, the cries continued. In this month I became ill, I felt tired, weak and made an appointment to see my doctor.
After several tests, my doctor told me I had tumour in my stomach where my cat had been laying. It was cancer.
I could not believe this. I went in the hospital and had it removed. My cat saved my life. They are talkers. My feelings towards this breed is that of total intelligence to a degree beyond my comprehension.
They talk with me and they understand my communications with them. They are loyal, smart and super sweet. I treat them like little people and I get love and respect back. I would never have a different breed.
My appreciation for this breed is beyond words.