Cat
you
with fiery
brilliant eyes
and velvet rhythm
sail the night sky,
ghost haunts
with a secret smile
and magic dance
my sad heart.
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Cat
you
with fiery
brilliant eyes
and velvet rhythm
sail the night sky,
ghost haunts
with a secret smile
and magic dance
my sad heart.
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I’m sorry.
Me too, Jane.
It was his anniversary. He died the same day as David Bowie.
I understand. 💕
Ghost cat, I had two just like your picture. Samuel and Moonshine. I miss them.
It’s been a year now. The little cat who was his friend (Trixie never liked him) has changed completely. It took her a long time to get over him not being there and now she won’t be left alone, always wants company. Trixie doesn’t count, she’s a sociopath.
The Oracle did know! There are some animals, pets that really touch our hearts.
Our daughter was certain she felt the ghost of her cat after he died.
For a long time after our first cat died I used to think I felt him sitting at the bottom of the bed. They linger, I’m sure.