I was almost seven and after relentless pleas my parents finally wore out and took me to the animal shelter. All the cats were loud, there were a lot of people, it was kind of scary. There you were, all the way at the end huddled in the back of your cage. You looked scared. The shelter lady said your old owners left you in the cold. I looked in your green eyes and saw loneliness, you thought you had good people but you didn’t. I thought I had good friends but I didn’t. I was just the weird girl. You were just the quiet cat.
I took you home, you were scared at first. You jumped onto the counter and on top of the fridge. You knocked down all the cereal but I didn’t care. I just gave you time. You were so curious, especially at Christmas, you almost pulled the tree down. (Actually I think you succeeded a few years later, if memory serves me well.)
You were my little shadow but I followed you as well. Early in the morning around and around the dining room table because you were bored and wanted to play chase.
Fifteen years is a long time. I’m glad I got to spend that time with you. See you on the other side my furry darling.
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