I'm very thankful to the cat and it always makes me think of the time I was with him.
Five years ago, when my father was dying, I travelled a thousand miles from home to be with him in his last days. I felt very sad and it was one of the most difficult and painful times in my life. After he passed away, I started alone in his flat.
There were so many things to deal with. I was lonely and I hated the silence of the flat.
But one evening the silence was broken: I heard crying outside. I opened the door to find a 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 then almost immediately fell asleep.
The next morning, I checked with neighbors and learned that the cat had been left by his owner. His owner had moved out, so the little cat was there all alone, just like I was. As I walked back to the flat, I tried to work out what to do with him. Having another thing to take care of seemed like the very last thing I needed. But as soon as I opened the flat door, he ran to me and jumped into my arms. It was clear from that moment that he didn't want to go anywhere. I started calling him Willis in order to remember my father's best friend.
▲ . With Willis on my lap, time seemed to pass much faster. When the time finally came for me to return home, I had to decide what to do about Willis. There was abs-olutely no way I would leave without him.
It's been five years since my father died. Over the years, several people have said how nice it was of me to rescue(拯救)the cat. But I know that we rescued each other, I may have given him a home but he gave me something greater.