Zelda, you were always present when I was ill,
sad, and in need of warmth and comfort.
Your warm, furry body and little heartbeat, along with your constant and reassuring purr,
helped me recover, even on the darkest of
days.
Zelda, you were my rock, my family and made me
laugh with your funny looks, playful spirit, stoic attitude and affectionate heart.
Zelda, you made me believe that love existed, and was better from the animal world,
trusting, never judgemental, reliable, and warm.
Zelda I hope I did not fail to take care of you, as I should. I did not have a lot of money for all your medical expenses, but I did my best to take care of you and loved you until the end.
When you passed away that morning and I saw you asleep, you looked so peaceful and rested.
I cried, but strangely enough I was glad we were
together when you left, and not in some clinic faroff. God wanted it that way.
Zelda, you are buried next to me, and with me in spirit. Even so I still cry, I can laugh some too at your funny memories, how you begged for Greenies, hid under the comforter on the bed, and meowed everytime I took a shower. The list goes on.
In Loving Memory,
| Zelda |
| 1, Sep 2011 |
| Melanie C. Morgan |