Ella & Rusty & Stu(GA)
Member Since 2010
20 years ago I was on the NYC subway when the first plane hit the World Trade Center. We lived in Brooklyn and the subway went above ground for a few stops before the first stop in Manhattan. We passengers saw out the windows that there was a fire in the World Trade Center. The train actually passed underneath the site on it's way uptown. When I reached my destination on East 98th Street (a doctor's office), the TV was on in the office and I learned what had happened. Everything in the city was canceled. Phones were not working and most people didn't have cell phones in any event. Transportation was being shut down. I worried about Edward, who was at his university office 1 mile north of the World Trade Center. So I walked downtown, hoping that Edward was OK (he was). As I got closer and closer to the area I saw people covered in white dust walking uptown. It was such a shock and such a contrast to the weather--a beautiful, cool, early fall day in the city. The office TV was working and a group of us spent the afternoon glued to it and trying to figure out how to get home. The Brooklyn Bridge was closed and shrouded in black smoke. Finally the Manhattan Bridge was opened for pedestrian traffic, so we set out. Paper from the WTC filled the air, some of it pristine letterhead. It was unreal.
In the days to come we learned that our local fire house, a first-responder unit, lost half of it's firefighters. For months the smoke from the fires blew over our neighborhood. One week after the tragedy we decided that we would adopt a cat from the ASPCA because we believed that many animals would have been orphaned when their people were killed in the catastrophe. Enter "Stu". He was a great kitty. He was 4 years old then. At age 9 he became diabetic. If not for our city's worst day, we would have never had the incredible experience of finding the FDMB and learning how to care for our kitty.
Thanks to everyone here and love to you and your kitties.
Ella
In the days to come we learned that our local fire house, a first-responder unit, lost half of it's firefighters. For months the smoke from the fires blew over our neighborhood. One week after the tragedy we decided that we would adopt a cat from the ASPCA because we believed that many animals would have been orphaned when their people were killed in the catastrophe. Enter "Stu". He was a great kitty. He was 4 years old then. At age 9 he became diabetic. If not for our city's worst day, we would have never had the incredible experience of finding the FDMB and learning how to care for our kitty.
Thanks to everyone here and love to you and your kitties.
Ella
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. Your story gave me the chills, seems like Stu coming into your life was meant to be. I remember you helping me when I first joined, so since you happened to have posted today, remembering how Stu came into your life, I'll take the opportunity to say thank you for being here then (thanks to Stu), and staying on even afterward, and helping me 
He will love to see his favorite Auntie Ellabean. 
