Mine

Once in a great while you are lucky enough to truly love someone or something and have that love reciprocated.

My cat, Fawn, who I called "Mine", slept under the covers with me every night. She purred like a freight train and used to meow so loudly that a friend staying at my parent's home thought we needed to call child protective services because there was a kid being beaten. She was a huge heart wrapped in fur and I loved her beyond words. Today she passed away at the age of 16 (112 in cat years). I had my father record a bit of video of her a few days ago. It doesn't begin to do her justice because you can't feel her radiating warmth, vibrating with elated purr, wrapping one warm paw around you as if to say, "I love you too".

She was, and will continue to be, my greatest happiness. I already miss her dearly.

My heart.

Mine