My feline friend

I was raised by cats, Susie, was gentle, easily startled ,

Never hurt a fly, but would often swipe at my mother,

who would have that awful task of getting her into the basket,

for those dreaded vet visits, she lived for many moons, and she spent many of those sleeping besides me, often on the pillow or at the bottom of the bed.

I remember fondly now, as I have another companion,

her name is Jasmine but she goes by many names,

some funny some cute but each time I see her fluffy face, it

bring me so much joy, kinda just wish i was a cat sometimes,

lying on the small rocks in the garden or

on the windowsill upstairs, basking in that golden ray,

Remembering that times have come to pass

so its nice to reflect on the past, sometimes,

But I live in my head so once again, I turn those memories back,

over and over again, distorting my mind of the true events,

which at first I thought was quite sad,

I remember about my childhood cat brings joy and reminds me:

I am okay,

I will get through this,

just taking

one

baby step

at a time.