She doesn't give us a choice.
She skips over to where you are sitting and pushes her little body onto any available part of you that she can lay on.
Her purr is so loud it vibrates through your insides.
It reaches into those sharp hollow places Guido left behind and like a Mothers soft hand when you are sick, it soothes you. Comforts you. Heals you.
Last night I logged on to WoW to play for a bit when Abby jumped onto the chair, where I was resting my leg, and curled into the spot that once was Guido's.
She pressed her head against me as if to say, "It's OK now. I'm here." And prompty curled up and went to sleep.
My Guido can never be replaced but this little Angel in red striped cat skin is solace to the soul.
6 years ago