At times she held her ears horizontal with the top of her head, reminding me of the Flying Nun. But it was when those unruly ears were back flat against her head, exposing all her vulnerabilities, that her face was most disarmingly beautiful. Her fur went from ragged and brown to sleek, shiny blue. I was putty in her paws. She'd finally learned how to give and receive love and it was a beautiful feeling for both my husband and myself.
Nothing is warmer than the love of an angel on earth.
The next two years flew by with our bond growing stronger every day. As the curator of my heart Misty Blue bestowed on me a lifetime of lessons and memories. She taught me the importance of accepting not only what I couldn't change but what I shouldn't change as well. In turn she was not concerned with the choices I'd made in my life, she could have cared less about my religious beliefs, career objectives or past mistakes. When I was ill she would cuddle up close and act as my heating blanket.