My mental health has been shit this summer. I’ll admit that my self-care practices aren’t great- I’ll sleep away bad days and crappy feelings. I hermit and push people away. I disappear, physically and mentally. But it’s hard to hide from your pet.
Canela Jospehine Tyrell is my fur child. She is named after a deer (a “savage thiccum”) and her personality matches her namesake. She’s vocal about receiving her breakfast and dinner at the exact time each day and loves to go outside to munch on grass. Canela attacks my feet in the middle of the night but knows when I’m sad and in need of comfort. Her sassiness and sweetness (key Calico traits) provide me with desperately needed moments of laughter and warmth when dealing with my depression lows.
Canela was a birthday present from my friend four years ago. I missed having a furry friend after my cat, Hova, passed away from kidney failure. Elli drove me to the local shelter where I played with a handful of cats before I came upon Canela in her cage. She was aloof as I reached in to pet her and cautiously sniffed my hand, terrified that another stranger wanted to touch her. I thought she was beautiful and asked the shelter attendant if I could spend one-on-one time with her. I sat on the floor of the visitors’ room, leaning my back against the wall. Canela stood in the opposite corner, sizing me up as I talked to her. I told her that I was her friend and tried to coax her over to me. After a few minutes of sweet talk, she walked over and sat next me. She looked up with her big, yellow eyes as if she said, “You’re okay. I like you.”
I learned from the shelter that Canela was returned by the first family that adopted her. She was labeled, “aggressive,” but I believe that she was abused. To this day, Canela doesn’t like most men. She tolerates my roommate, Pete, but she has never warmed up to any of my male friends in the way she approaches my female ones. Trauma in animals, just as in humans, can have a lasting impact on their behavior and social interactions.
Canela took a while to adjust to her new life after I brought her home. For the first month, she only slept under my bed. She wasn’t interested in cuddles or toys. She’d bite everytime I tried to touch her. I didn’t know what to do. I was hurt and concerned. The advice I was given simply stated to leave her alone and let her come to me when she was ready. So, I did. I made sure she had a safe space to grow to love and respected her boundaries.
It was a Tuesday morning when I woke up and found Canela sleeping on the edge of my bed. I shrieked with delight, causing her to wake up and run to the closet to hide. As the days progressed, she became more comfortable sleeping out in the open. That led to her becoming more accepting of snuggles and attention. Now, Canela is a clingy purr machine who follows me around the apartment (she especially loves our bathroom visits together). She lets me bury my face in her soft fur when I cry and loves scratches behind her ears.
When I think about my journey of growth, I often compare it to Canela’s. There are times when I’m incredibly frustrated with myself about my lack of mental progress. But then, I look at Canela and am reminded that progress happens in gradual, incremental steps. She has shown me how to embrace small wins and how to stay consistent with routine. Growth can happen. It just takes time. I need to be patient with myself, just as I am with my cat child. Every day, she reminds me to stay curious and adaptable to new challenges. Moreover, in her own charming way, she’s highlighted the value of having a support system, much like how Canela relied on my love and guidance. You can’t evolve alone- surrounding oneself with a supportive network can make a significant difference.
My relationship with Canela goes beyond companionship and love; it’s a source of wisdom and inspiration. She has become my source of structure and motivation (I say that I work hard to give my cat a good life). Watching her overcome fears and obstacles has inspired me to face my own problems with a similar spirit. Canela’s presence in my life is a beautiful reminder of the healing power of the human and animal bond. I wonder if she knows how much she takes care of me as much as I take care of her.
And remember, dear reader: adopt, not shop. According to The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA), about 3.4 million cats enter animal shelters nationwide every year. 1.4 million of these cats are euthanized. If you have room in your heart and your home, please consider adopting a new family member/emotional support animal/best friend today.