Letter: Listen to your heart

To the Editors:

Cat adoptions from Animals in Distress in Wilton are at an agonizing low. I hope the following true story might inspire someone.

“Do you want a kitten?” I heard her say as I walked in the front door of the office.

“Someone found a kitten in their garage and can’t keep it. He is going to take it to the ASPCA after work.”

As she was talking, I heard meowing coming from a hallway closet.

“It’s in there,” said the woman. “Do you want to see it?”

“No,” I sighed, “because if I see it I will want to take it home.” I was feeling particularly vulnerable today, as just the day before I had been out for a run and began thinking about my family’s cat — “The Black Cat” — the stray cat our family had taken in over a year ago after two years of courtship.

We need him as much as he needs us. He is our therapy cat and has been by our side through some very rough times. I started thinking about how devastating it would be to our family if we were to lose him … through illness, injury, or the unknown. Tears soon dripped down my face as I completed my run that day.

So, no, I didn’t want to see the kitten in the closet, I thought to myself, and I headed down the hall to the meeting room.

During the meeting, the subject of the kitten kept resurfacing until a man suddenly appeared in the meeting room, with cat carrier in hand.  He slowly put the carrier on the floor, opened the carrier door, and left the room. We all knew what he was doing and why.

Slowly, a small kitten emerged from the carrier. To my amazement, it was an all-black kitten. In fact, she looked like mini version of our cat at home.  We gently passed her around the conference room table. Some attendees sent iPhone pictures of her to their spouses who quickly responded with text messages saying, “Don’t even think about it!”

As the meeting came to a close, I had already silently made my decision.

“I will take her home,” I stated to the amazement of the attendees.

“Aren’t you going to call your husband first?” one woman asked with a look of disbelief.

“Why?” I asked.

I explained to her that one of the benefits of having survived cardiac arrest was that I allowed myself to experience life differently. I felt freer to do what was in my heart, even if no one else understood. There was no need to complicate the uncomplicated. There was no need to over analyze or agonize about “should” or “shouldn’t I?” All of the warnings and instructions I had received as a child to make “sensible decisions” and to always “think things through” had no place or power here.

When the meeting ended, I headed to my car with my new friend. I looked at her tiny face through the carrier door and said, “I understand.”

Nancy Capelle

28 Stonecrop Lane, Dec. 17