I really wanted to write something happy this week. Something with a little holiday cheer but when I clicked on the photo prompt I was instantly overwhelmed by the cute cat and couldn’t help but think about my best friend and his family who lost their Cat Star on Tuesday night.
Star was warmth in your home but on a cold night she’d steal your heat. Even the allergic one respected her.
“Cats don’t have masters they have a staff”.
When you slept on the couch Star rode your hip, a log in a river. Eight lives used up by fights and cars. The south side bay window is where she spent her ninth life. Heart disease robbed her balance. Star went palsy climbing the stairs and had to be put down. The little one’s innocence stolen by the first shovel of dirt.