Writing by Andie Reyes // Illustration by Tirajeh Farahani
I’ll start singing you beautiful boy by John Lennon when I see you hurt and helpless. All I want to do is cry, and the most curious thing is that you are a cat, you are my cat.
I met you between antidepressant pills and tears that seemed to never end, you arrived in a military backpack and we both saw each other and at that moment for some reason we recognized us.
You followed me everywhere, when I woke up in the morning my eyes saw your eyes and my heart was filled with joy.
But I was careless and you were attacked by two dogs. Your little legs will never be the same and now your walk is slow.
Is it strange to love a cat as much as I love any person? I don’t care, you are my baby – animals have souls and we feel bonded together.
I know that one day you will leave me here. I have thought about it a lot and I am afraid, I am afraid of the open windows, of the dogs that bark outside the house, but above all I am afraid of the time that passes so quickly.
I am simultaneously afraid and happy to see how you get older, my sweet eyed kitty. Thank you for being with me through this.
