After the loss of my 17 and 15-year-old sweethearts, 3 weeks apart, Sterling came into my life as he was abandoned. I fell in love with him instantly and brought him home. He slept with me the very first night, and I knew I'd made the right decision. It's just me and him now, and of course, I would never abandon him. It was pure destiny that we found each other. I've gone as far as to make arrangements with a friend (who loves him dearly) who has her own cats but will take him and love him if and when I go to heaven or become unable to care for him. I never want him to feel unloved or abandoned again.