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

Noah looked toward the living room, where Captain slept stretched across a patch of sunlight.

“When I was in the hospital,” he said softly, “I missed feeling normal.”

“I know, baby.”

“But Captain doesn’t make me feel sad. He makes me feel like different isn’t bad.”

I covered his hand with mine.

“Leo’s mom goes to the hospital garden on his birthday,” I said carefully. “She asked if Captain could come with you.”

“Would I have to go too?”

“No. Not unless you want to.”

“Will it make you cry?”

“Probably.”

“Will it make her cry?”

“Yes.”