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I've been through a recent rough patch. Since this summer, I've had my first pregnancy and miscarriage. To say it's been a hard three months is a laughable understatement - it's more like I can't imagine a hell hotter.
During this time, around my birthday, about a week after my miscarriage, this lady I barely know sends me a cake and a blanket and her unwarranted compassion. And that's it. She just showed me she cares. She didn't bring up the miscarriage. She didn't say something like, "Oh, you'll have more." or "Oh, God had a reason for this." or any of those things I've been hearing multiple times for the past three months. She just reached out to me and said through actions and words, "You're special. I care." I made her this for her kindness and also because I love cats.
They're my favorite animal and I feel connected to them on an almost spiritual level. The dark brown brute is my mom's hellion Donald and the little fat tabby lady sitting next to him is her other cat, Callie. Callie doesn't really seem to like me, but throughout this whole ordeal she's started sitting in my lap in the evenings at Mom's and purring. That's it. Just purring. It's her way of saying the same thing the kind lady said: "You're special. I care."
Art, me.

Description
I've been through a recent rough patch. Since this summer, I've had my first pregnancy and miscarriage. To say it's been a hard three months is a laughable understatement - it's more like I can't imagine a hell hotter.
During this time, around my birthday, about a week after my miscarriage, this lady I barely know sends me a cake and a blanket and her unwarranted compassion. And that's it. She just showed me she cares. She didn't bring up the miscarriage. She didn't say something like, "Oh, you'll have more." or "Oh, God had a reason for this." or any of those things I've been hearing multiple times for the past three months. She just reached out to me and said through actions and words, "You're special. I care." I made her this for her kindness and also because I love cats.
They're my favorite animal and I feel connected to them on an almost spiritual level. The dark brown brute is my mom's hellion Donald and the little fat tabby lady sitting next to him is her other cat, Callie. Callie doesn't really seem to like me, but throughout this whole ordeal she's started sitting in my lap in the evenings at Mom's and purring. That's it. Just purring. It's her way of saying the same thing the kind lady said: "You're special. I care."
Art, me.