I'm happy to say that, this time around, everyone has been very understanding and respectful of how much his loss hurts me.
But I find my mind going back to those words. Should I feel guilty for loving my cat so much? For grieving so completely?
No, I shouldn't, and here's why.
Just a Cat
He's just a cat,
But he welcomes me home each day,
His soft fur and warm cuddles
Warm my heart and center my thoughts.
He's just a cat,
But he follows me into my children's room
When I need to wake them in the morning,
Waking them with gentle purring and soft head nudges.
He's just a cat,
But when my son comes home from school
Crying that he has no friends,
Our cat gives him comfort and friendship.
He's just a cat,
But when my daughter feels so stressed
That she makes herself sick,
He relaxes her with his soft fur and gentle purring.
He's just a cat,
But when any of us are sad,
He makes us laugh
With his playful antics and silly obsessions.
With his playful antics and silly obsessions.
He's just a cat,
But every day, he makes it clear that he loves me.
He chats with me with delightful purr-meows,
And he sticks by my side.
He's not just a cat.
He was never just a cat.
He was never just a cat.
He is family.
He is a best friend.
He is loved.
And he loves back.
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