Barbara in Minnesota writes about CeCe, her cat:
My cat, CeCe, woke me up three years ago in the middle of the night to tell me my son had slipped into a coma. We had only had the cat for two weeks, and it was our first clue that my son was diabetic. She saved his life.
Now, she does her job every day, sniffing his breath and making sure he is safe. Here she is letting us know that my son’s diabetes needed a little attention.
CeCe on my son’s back.
She checks me out, too, every chance she gets.
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