When my father was dying, I traveled a thousand miles from home to be with him in his last days. It was 1 more heartbreaking（伤心的）than I'd expected, one of 2 and painful times in my life. 3 he passed away, I stayed alone in his apartment. There were so many things to deal with. It all seemed 4 I was lonely. I hated the 5 of the apartment.
But one evening the silence 6 I heard something crying outside. I opened the door to find 7 little cat on the steps. He was thin and poor. He looked the way I felt. I brought him inside and gave him a can of fish. He ate it and almost immediately fell sound sleep.
The next morning, I checked with neighbors and learned that the cat had been given up by his owner 8 had moved out last year. So the little cat was there all alone, just like 9.As I walked back to the apartment, I tried to figure out what to do with him. 10 care of the cat was the very last thing I wanted to do. But every time I opened the door, he 11 towards me. It was clear that he had 12 else to go. I started calling him Willis, in memory of my father.
From then on, thing grew easier. With Willis, time seemed to pass much 13.When the time finally came for me to return home, I had to decide what to do with Willis. There was absolutely no way I would leave without him.
It 14 five years since my father died. Over the years, several people have commented on 15 nice I was to save the cat. But I know that we helped each other. I may have given him a home but he gave me something greater.
