Author: Sapir

How can I explain what kind of a cat she is? When she died, many people didn’t understand, they said she is only a cat; it will pass over. But to me she wasn’t only a cat, she was my baby. I grew her up; I was always there for her. I would called her my spoiled princess. Out of my whole family, I was the one she loved the most and I also loved her too. Every time I had to cry over something, I would always hold her and I would feel much better. I would tell all my secrets to her, although she didn’t understand I still felt like she would be there for me, and i never knew that she would die. She was too young. And it feels like a piece has been ripped out of me. And sometimes I question why her? why now? It’s been a year now and I still cry there and now. I remember when ever I would see her I would call out to her, and she would come running to me purring.

I remember that at night when I went to sleep I would hold you in my arms and you’ll purr and fall right asleep. She might have been a grumpy kitty, but to me she was misunderstood, and for me she would be my best friend. And she would never be replaced or forgotten, because I love her and nothing will change.

BEAUTY

You’re my curious kitty cat
when I think of you playing in mysterious ways
but those days were fun.
I hope you know, I will never let you go
because I love you, your my baby
and just maybe
we can be together again
and you where there for me when I was sad
I would hold you and the pain would go away
it makes me mad
that I can never hold you again
from today
you’re in my heart
like a crazy dart
that is painful in some ways.
You’re my american kitty cat whom I love oh so much.
Don’t forget me,
but just remember you’ll never be replaced
because you’ll be, my only, kitty cat.