Special needs kitty

A couple months before my health tanked, we had a feral cat walk down our driveway and night time and allowed us to see her. It took a month for us to be able to pet her, she would appear and run away when we tried to get close. Over the course of the summer we built enough trust that she started interacting with us more and more.

When I first started experiencing panic attacks, Sophie would climb on my ankles and lay on me. Any other time, it took great effort to pet her. But she seemed to know when I needed help, and she was there for me. As time progressed, we became much closer, and she moved up from my ankles to sleeping on or near my arm or on top of me when I struggled. Now when things go mentally south, she is the first being I look forward to help me. She is always around in times of need, she is my special needs cat who I love greatly.