My Little Sweetie
Little Sweetie found me about nine years ago on a warm spring day. A darling cat with a free and daring spirit. I loved her from the beginning and it seemed like she had nine lives. She never missed a day sitting on my front porch, where she would comfort me when I was sad. I would talk to her and she seemed to understand me more than any human every did.
She never wanted to come inside in nice weather but would cuddle up in my bedroom all winter long.
I felt the last few weeks that something bad would happen to her, I know that it was just a feeling but it was still there. She also seemed to know that her time was short because she would stay by me on my porch longer and longer until I went inside and then she would leave, but would come running up to greet me the second I came back outside.
I left for a few hours yesterday and when I came back she didn't come running up to meet me. I saw her lying on the ground between two trees in the front yard. When I walked over to her and called her name, I knew she was dead. I ask a neighbor if they had seen anything and was told that they saw two dogs grab as she run up a tree.
I cried for hours but knew I had to bury her, but I wanted to hold her forever but had to let her go.
I woke up crying this morning and knew that I would not see her on the porch or every get to touch her again.
When I walked outside this morning, I could feel her little spirit in the wind and I could feel her presence.
I want her back so badly, but I know that can never be, not on this earth anyway. I believe I will see all my little pets again in that beautiful place where they are waiting for me, and once again I will touch their little hearts and they in turn will touch mine.