I had a very bad childhood with tons of trauma, mainly my mom leaving my dad over false allegations. My dad decided to get me a cat to cheer me up when I was about 12 years old since he knew he couldn't see me for long. Had the cat for 5 years. She brought me so much joy and motivation. She reminded me of my dad. Turns out my mom cheated on my dad and left him for another guy. The guy ended up moving in years later. The guy hated cats since he had big dogs and 3 kids so my mom got rid of her a few days after my birthday. My mom knew how much she meant to me. The guy also claimed my cat attacked his 7 year old, my cat never even met his kids yet and she's the most precious kitty you'll ever meet... I miss her everyday and it breaks my heart as my dad passed thinking I still had a piece of him left, but now I have nothing...