When I decided to adopt Jade it took me a week to find the perfect name for her, even though I had only met her through photos. The day she came into my life, my father went to look for her, because she was far away. Her mother was rescued from the street a few weeks pregnant, and Jade lived for the first month with her little brothers before being adopted to give her a better life. I waited for her with a can of sardines and when she arrived very skinny, with fleas, I felt a tenderness and desire to take care of her for life. Today, Jade is 2 years old, I don't consider her my cat, I consider her my daughter.