I'm writing this one handed, while my kitty sleeps on my lap. She's been sick for days and they say she won't make it much longer. I can't help but want to cry as I hear her struggling for breath as I type. It kills me.
As stupid as it sounds, she used to be my everything. When the world would tear me down, Bootsie would come right up to me and rub her face against mine in a "it's gunna be okay" kind of way. She was like a dog, because everyday I got home from soccer practice in Elementary school, there she'd be, waiting at the door. I couldn't trust anyone but her. She's been here for most of my prayers...and now I pray for her to heal, or go to a better place.
I love her more than I thought possible to love an animal. I don't think that's silly.
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