Farve was the cat, skittish and scared and homeless in a cold shelter, we took him in. He was terrified and hid everywhere, until we removed the scared and feeble skin, and underneath was a loving, mushy cat. Farve lit up the path, the path of understanding and how it can be a better world, he lit up everyone’s face, even my uncle’s face. My uncle learned to love him, even though he did not like cats, Favre showed him that cats come in all shapes and sizes. He fell fatally ill before us, and only months later did I find out that our Favre was gone…
Favre, you were my hero.
You were my light in the dark,
you helped me fly with broken wings…
Caring for you,
| Taylor J. |