My Son Came Home Carrying a One-Eyed Ginger Cat Because He Said They Were Alike – But Two Days Later, the Note Hidden Beneath the Collar Left Us in Tears

I looked through the window toward Noah sleeping beside Captain.

“And Captain?”

“He belongs with Noah, if you’ll allow it.”

For the first time, the decision was entirely mine.

“I need time to think,” I said.

“Of course.”

The next morning, Noah found me sitting at the kitchen table.

“The boy who loved Captain was a little boy like you,” I told him.

Noah climbed into the chair beside me. “Was he sick like me?”

“Yes.”

“Did he get better?”

I shook my head slowly.