About 12 years ago I saved a family of four, one-year old cats from a condemned building. There were three brothers and one sister, who I temporarily named Little One. It wound up with me keeping them all and as time went by it became apparent Little One (and her brother, Pumpkin) were unlikely to properly socialize with we humans. But that wasn’t really important to me. Their safety and well-being was, and I learned that letting them be who they were was important. They aren’t here for me after all. However, a few years ago Little One and I found a way to let me pet her and she was okay with it. She didn’t love it, but she had seemed to decide I was finally worthy of a trial-period. This remained the status quo until February of this year, when my Elf (bka Baby Bit) passed away. It seems that Baby Bit may have been holding back Little One because within a week or so Little One was coming round to me for attention and pets! (It had become my belief for a few years that secretly Baby Bit was aggressive with Little One). Without any prompting she would come round, meow, rub against me, and do all those things a cat will do to indicate trust, and a desire to be handled. Of course, the universe is in no way fair, and it saw fit to take away my Little One this past week. She had begun to eat less, and then nothing at all. The vet found an aggressive, large, and inoperable tumor in her mouth and throat, and so I was forced to say goodbye to a cat with whom I had experienced little one-on-One until very recently. I’m ever so grateful there was a silver lining in the loss of Baby Bit, but I cannot help but feel cheated as Little One and I won’t have more years to further grow and explore our budding new relationship. There is solace to be taken in knowing we had some time together, closer, but I cannot help but feel robbed. Some days....I really hate the universe.