I have always adopted cats in my life, they are beautiful animals that I respect very much.
They are discreet, unpredictable and independent, they show their affection in different ways and that is why they are very often misinterpreted.
A cat loves in its own way and it is this very selective affection that makes me appreciate it more.
Some have been very affectionate, others more shy and grumpy, always wary of us humans, I do not blame them because we know to be very cruel and they feel it.
One cat that I will always remember is Milla, a tiny stray kitten that was brought home to me by my nephews and I adopted her immediately.
She was in a lot of pain and sick, kind of like me during that bad time.
It was 2011 the year I separated from my husband and had a series of bad events that changed me.
Milla and I cured each other: while I cured her illnesses, she cured my suffering soul and that's why I remember her more than others, for the great good she has been for me.
She didn't live long, I lost her after 2 and a half years when she fractured her paw and the surgery to reset it was fatal...
I cried a lot, so much that even now when I think of her, I get a lump in my throat.
I wrote her a poem, to fix the great love I feel for her even now, 8 years after her death...
' Sometimes I wonder who you are to live those silences of mine as if they were an intelligible cry.
That little paw of yours touches my cheek but doesn't know that it is touching my heart and healing invisible wounds...!
When you snuggle in bed with me, in the silence of what is not there, you do me good... much more good than any other human being....
a cure to an ache that words cannot explain, but in the silence say all that is there....
my beloved cat.'
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