Truffy was a shy cat who was born around 2003 on the streets of Toronto, who was brought to the Humane Society skin and bones, her fur matted and about one day pregnant. When I met her she was huddled in the corner of her cage facing the wall, scared to bits. I chose her because I already had a male and was told a younger female would be the best fit. Truffy was the last cat left that day who met these criteria. I would have taken any cat, but I was especially happy to adopt a black one, knowing the stigma they still face today. I have to cut myself short because it hurts to remember the good times we had, how she turned around, and also my regrets. Her name was inspired by small sweet truffles because she was just like that. One of her favorite places was by a small pond in my aunt’s garden where she lived her last year. She died yesterday and I will never forget my sweet baby.