After my second heart attack, I got a 6-week old Maine Coon kitten from the shelter.

From the first night home, she slept on my upper chest right above my wounded heart. As I was falling asleep that first night, she slowly began to purr, seeming to increase the intensity to a level of purring I had never seen from any cat. Within minutes I had the chilling sensation of being in a walk-in cooler – and my chest pains temporarily lifted.

I thought, "Wow, you are a healing animal!"

"Oh, Don," I heard her reply, "we're ALL healing animals."