Your Pet's Rescue Story
Iggy was a teeny 5-week-old spitfire when he unexpectedly wound up on our doorstep. He and his three feral brothers were rescued just days before the building they were living around was torn down. A friend nearby had to move fast before demolition started, and the next day, though we were unprepared, and didn't think we were ready, Iggy was ours. He was heaven-sent, almost one year to the day after we lost our beloved alpha cat, Coby, to cancer. We believe Coby sent Iggy to us, and sometimes wonder if he might even be Coby, reincarnated. Demur and affectionate, but at times a crazy, abundantly amusing crackpot who would chase down and attack his own shadow. Although shy around strangers, Iggy has never held back his love for me and my husband. We are his pack. He has been the light of my life since losing Coby, and he rescued me when I didn't even know I needed rescuing. He's never far from my side, and will always live within my heart.