I know that to many, that statement may sound like an over the top statement. But it's true. Just not in the way that some may think of. After making the difficult choice to leave my husband, I was going through some rather tough patches. My ex and I share a child that we have joint custody over and she is finishing out this school year with him. So, needless to say, things were more than a little depressing. Without looking, I wound up with two cats. One, a little white cat with pink ears and a pink nose, but two tiny black spots on her nose as her birthmark. She the comedic relief of the two. She bares the name Demon. I know it sounds bad, but she's just a spaz and some what of a kitten still. The other one, an older, calmer cat. Solid black with yellow/orange eyes. He has a flow to him that I've never seen in another domesticated cat. He is my saving grace. All of the nights that I cried myself to sleep, he curled up with me to comfort me. The nights that I didn't know if I could really go on much longer, he sat there looking at me as if he wanted to give me that reason. If I'm in another room with the door closed, he stays by that door until I either open the door and let him in or I come out. He's the only thing that has saved me from myself so many nights. So, for anyone that doesn't believe in the power of owning a pet, I am living proof that they do make a difference to the person that needs them the most.