Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for. This story is real.
Life is too short.
Through no fault of his own, 'Ugly' was a street cat. He could have very well been the cat that's sitting on your lap this very minute or curled up besides you on the couch. All 'Ugly' was looking for was love and tenderness. Dedication I dedicate this page with all my heart, soul and love to 5 people. To Cathy and Bob from Montana.