It's me again, I won't go away
I still miss him. Oscar is sleeping on the floor - wonderful little fellow. Kind and funny. But he's not Felix. Oh, my Farewell To Arms. My ideal cat. I remember his bright yellow eyes, his low "mrrrr", his rough togue liking my fingers. His warmth against my belly on cold, winter nights. He was mine. Maybe he didn't care much about me, but he trusted me, he considered my room to be his place, he loved to sit on my shoulders and played with me only. He jumped so high, he was so quick, so smart, so unique.
Maybe I should stop it. Stop thinking about him, stop sobbing. Just move on. But believe me, I am. I am moving on, really.
He just was one of those creatures I looked at and was stricken with horror when thinking "What would I do without him?"
Maybe I should stop it. Stop thinking about him, stop sobbing. Just move on. But believe me, I am. I am moving on, really.
He just was one of those creatures I looked at and was stricken with horror when thinking "What would I do without him?"
*warm hug*