She Saved My Life
One day prior to going to heaven
Gina was only a kitten when Mom brought her home. I opened the door to my parents room to see the sweetest little creature greeting me. Being only 8 years old, I had never exactly understood what "love" was, little did i know her and I would share it one day. For the next 6 years Gina slept in my room every night, her multicolored silver and white fur would glisten in the moonlight. She'd always lay right on my belly so I wouldn't be able to move all night long.
I would tell her about my day after school as a part of the usual routine, and she'd look at me, and listen calmly. When i turned 12 I was kicked out of my middle school, and i was devastated. But Gina always listened, and I would tell her about all of my feelings and how I knew she was the only one I could trust. Gina was always by my side, when I'd exit the room she'd be close behind me. Whenever I would get hurt or make sudden noises she would always come running to see what was wrong, and she'd have this calming look in her eyes as if to say "everything is going to be okay" and when she'd look at me like that, i knew that it was. By the time I turned 13 I was very upset with my life, and thought about suicide a lot, but I never acted on it because every day when i got home I'd see those twinkling green eyes greeting me at the door, and i knew that i could tell her how I was feeling, and she'd make everything suddenly seem 1000x better. I'm not going to lie, Gina saved my life, because when i was on the edge, ready to jump, I thought about her, and how heart broken she would be, and how Mom and Dad would probably have her put down if i were to have hurt myself. Gina was my angel, sent from heaven, she guided me through all the pain of being kicked out of school. Finally when I was 15 I was let back into public school, at this same time Gina grew a cyst on her back, so we took her into the vet to have it removed. The vet told us it would need surgery to remove. I had a strange sense that this wasn't going to end well, but everyone had me convinced it would be just fine. It wasn't. When she went under the knife, they suddenly realized the cyst was connected to her spine, and the cyst sack had wrapped around her heart, and when they attempted to sew her back up so we could at least have her for some short amount of time, her heart rate kept dropping and dropping, and finally, God took his little angel back to heaven. It was as though she was there for me through my hardest part of life, and when her work was finally all done, when I was finally getting things right in life, it was her time to leave. but she will always be alive, in my heart.