When my orange cat Bud suddenly died from antifreeze poisoning, I was devastated. I like orange cats, so I was determined to find another orange cat to help me through the grief and fill the hole in my heart from the loss. I spent hours online checking local shelters, and a cat named Braveheart really caught my attention. He had the saddest look on his face as if to say, "Help me!"

According to the description, he was in the dog area with a lot of people traffic, was terrified and shaking, but was making biscuits with his paws. It also said he had been scheduled to be put down two days earlier. It was 10PM but I called the number anyway, and a lady answered the phone. She told me he had been pulled aside and was in the shelter veterinary clinic. I told her I would take him. On Saturday I went to the high-kill shelter in Sacramento to fill out the paperwork and then brought him home.

I decided to change his name from Braveheart to Biscuits. Nine years later, I have six rescues living in my house. After Bud's passing from antifreeze poisoning, my cats are all indoor cats. Too many dangers outside. Biscuits has turned out to be the sweetest, friendliest and gentlest cat I have ever had, and he truly did help me through the grieving process. I think we both understand we rescued each other.