Just over 13 years ago I decided I was going to get a cat. I grew up with cats when I was younger and when I did not have one, I felt lost. Cats were always there to comfort and listen when I needed a friend and they provided the ever constant unconditional love. So, I felt having one would be a good choice... but I never really thought how life changing the decision would be.
With being home a lot, we spend a lot of time together with lots of hours of him cuddled up on my lap. I have trained him to walk on the leash, I have trained him to go out on the deck without trying to jump up and run off, and five years ago I successfully trained him to pee in the toilet. All this took a lot of time and patience on both ends. It gave him new things to learn and it gave me a purpose in life as well as plenty of patience.
There have been times where my cat has saved me from attempting to take my own life. With him depending on me so much, I know I need to stay around for him and be healthy in the process. I do not want to even think of what would happen to him if something happened to me. He would be devastated to say in the least. This thought has kept me in check to make sure I keep on top of my thought processes and make sure mental health symptoms do not start to totally overwhelm.