LIFE AFTER DEATH
Then, you whispered in my ear. You told me that from that moment on, you would adopt me and I would no longer be just a foster baby. What did that mean, Meowmy? Did it mean I could go home with you for the rest of my life if I lived through it all?
That brought me so much joy. I was no longer an orphan! I knew you were my Meowmy all along! I wanted to meow with joy but I was too weak to even keep my eyes open. I could hear your voice. You didn’t want to leave me. You told me I didn’t have to hold on for you and that if I was too tired, I could just let go.
Thank you, Meowmy. It was all I wanted to hear. I was too guilty to fall asleep because I didn’t want to make you sad, until you said it was alright.
My soul left my body in my sleep. No more pain for me, Meowmy. I earned my beautiful angel wings that morning.
I wanted to hug you when you cried. I wanted to purr when you took my lifeless body home. I wanted to sleep on your lap. I wanted to squeak my hello. I’m sorry I couldn’t, Meowmy. I know it saddens
you that I’m gone, but don’t you see? I died knowing what love was because I lived knowing you.
I will wait for you over the rainbow bridge. Will you still recognize me, now that I have fancy wings instead of a wound on my back?
Thank you for the noms. Thank you for the lullabies. Thank you for the kisses and hugs. You see, Meowmy, I was with you for just a month, but I left with a lifetime’s worth of memories.
Best. Life. Ever.
This bed was meant for me when I got sick, but I hated it! I slept on Meowmy’s bed instead!