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A friend is a friend

Friendship means you are always there for each other. It means it does not matter for how long you have not seen each other, you just fall into pace again. It means that differences do not matter. It means a respect for each other’s ways and room to be yourself.

I am mourning a dear friend and longtime companion, our cat.

Fifteen years ago I got him when I had just finished school. Others wanted a car, or travelling money. I wanted a cat, and my mum found him on a befriended lady’s farm. It was love at first sight when he crawled into my hand on our first meet. 😍

After we had taken hin home, he brought so much joy and laughter into our home, as kitten do. However, even when he was all grown up and a real presence in the neighbourhood cat hierarchy, he remained sweet and good- hearted. For the next few years, he accompanied me every day, slept in my bed, got up with me when I went to university, curled up beside me when I studied (or stole my pens to play!πŸ˜ŒπŸ˜‡) and sometimes even walked a few metres to the bus stop with me. We cuddled and played and he was a constant in my life I wouldn’t miss. I loved his adorable nature even when the dead mice and birds he diligently caught were a nuisance. πŸ™ˆ

It broke my heart when I moved out and could not take him with me – impossible to move him to the city centre, to close his free spirited and roaming character in a two-room- flat with no garden. Luckily, he was never mad or held a grudge when I left him with my parents, which I am truly grateful for.

Whenever I came home, he greeted me like an old friend and we just fell into step like I had never left. Sure, he slept in my sister’s bed, or my mum’s, or dad’s, but occasionally he joined me and his purring made coming home truly this: home.

I feel in today’s society many people do not understand that he was never an animal to me, or to my family, and shake their heads. This makes me shake mine in pity, for they do not and maybe never will grasp this bond.

So he was an animal, and he was our friend, the most loyal one, as my dad put it. And it hurts like hell to let him go. ❀

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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