Marcus looked down at Barnaby and finally nodded. “For about four months.” Then he told me what had happened. His mother had developed cancer the previous year, and Marcus had emptied nearly everything he had helping with her care while taking unpaid time away from work. After she died, he returned to find his position eliminated. Rent increased two months later, and when he could no longer keep up, he chose the truck rather than surrender Barnaby to a shelter. “Most places I could afford wouldn’t take an old sick cat,” he said. “He stayed with me when everything else disappeared. I wasn’t leaving him.”
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