You loved me since the day I knocked on your door. I was injured and hungry but that didn’t matter; you were there, and you had a smile on your face. Already, I knew I had found my forever-home.
What I failed to tell you, Meowmy, was that I was already sick. I was just a kitten, you see, and my life as a stray had been rather awful. I had nothing to eat but scraps of food and nothing to drink but dirty water. I had nowhere to go whenever it rained. I was unwanted and unloved.
On top of things, I was also dying.
That same day I knocked on your door, you gave me something to eat and drink. What you didn’t know was that you also gave me hope. I knew I didn’t have much time left, but meeting you made that short time worth my while. I knew life was going to get better, even if it was going to be cut short.
Since that day, I had always felt safe. I knew there would always be food and clean water for me. I knew I
would have a comfortable place to sleep, no matter the weather. I knew you would always be there, your lap always warm, your voice always kind.
That was why I feel guilty
for not telling you sooner about my illness. You see, I didn’t want to be a burden to you.
I’m sorry, Meowmy, if my death came as a surprise.
I love to sit on people’s laps! Meowmy took this photo of me and Daddy three days before I crossed the rainbow bridge.
Meowmy’s lap is the safest place on earth.