On March 19th this year, our darling boy Milo passed away from aggressive throat cancer just 10 days after being diagnosed. It was the worst, most traumatising thing our family has ever been through, and none of us have been quite the same since.
Last week my wife and I spontaneously went to see a kitten that was up for adoption - we figured it was probably too soon to add any new cats to our family so soon after losing Milo, but we needed a pick-me-up so we went anyway. Lo and behold, we accidentally fell in love with both sisters and ended up taking them home… it just felt right, and they have already brought us and our other cats so much joy.
Fast forward to Sunday, we messaged their foster mom to confirm their birthdays for our vet. Turns out they were born on March 19th, the same day we lost Milo. There is no doubt in my mind that Milo split his soul in two that day so he could double his love for all of us. These little ones are healing our family… and I am so thankful for them, and for Milo. I miss him every day.