Since the day I rescued Mr Zachary from the bitter cold he was devoted to me, his human mommy. He never tried to go outside, he was thankful for a warm home, full belly and all the love I could give him. He would sit on the shower ledge between the curtains while I took a bath or shower. I’m not sure if he was begging to stop singing or maybe he enjoyed every part. He would never drink from a water bowl, he demanded fresh water from the sink and would cup it in his paw to drink. It’s only been a few days and I miss him greeting me in the window after work every day, and our little conversations. Zachary left his paw print on my heart. Even though it hurts, I know he was loved and so happy.