Three years ago, my cat whom I grew up with, who was my best friend, died. He told me... days later... when he found me sobbing, that he would return for me one day. The reason I could never forgive myself was because I never had a chance to say my goodbyes. I was not by his side when he died as I was when my dog did. Squeaker had a long life ahead of him, but my parents caused an early death.
Two and a half years ago, a smokey-grey cat showed up under one of our trucks. He came to eat what we left out on the porch for another cat who was starving and needed our aid. That other cat was a kitten we called Tux. Storm was found to have heart problems which were not pin-pointed as to the cause or reasonings that his heart was abnormal.
I know why it is now. Squeaker's heart was broken because I was not there. Storm is not expected to live as long as a normal cat. That may be because he already lived the life squeaker did.
The reason i connected the two just now was because I found Storm has all the characteristics that squeaker did. He sleeps quietly at me feet even if I yank or move around the covers. He doesn't mind him taking him places... and I can tell when he want out without him even signaling as other cats must. Him and I were connected. But why?
Well, the timing was good. They are extrodinarily similar. We are connected at the heart. Plus, Squeaker promised he would return.... And he was right under my nose all this time. Squeaker is back. As Storm.
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 Amazing Q · Sun Oct 07, 2007 @ 05:21am · 1 Comments |
