i hope there’s a heaven for cats like you. the ones who arrived when needed most, and stayed a friend through thick and thin.
who made her laugh by day and slept by her side at night (even though at times you’d wake and find a mouse to bring inside, crashing around her room)
who welcomed her home, a safe haven, a furry little friend with so much conversation for a cat. the way you always loved her most.
and since you’re gone (and four years is far too few) i hope there is a heaven for cats like the one next door who has taken it upon itself to comfort my grown-up girl, bolting in her door, asking for affection, making her smile through tears.
maybe someday in that heaven you’ll meet and remember her.
Heather Pound 