she’ll never be “just” my cat. there are days like today when it’s hard to get out of bed. she doesn’t judge me for it, she adjusts. she finds her way to me in her usual spot on my chest, matching the rhythm of our breathing. it’s a reminder that we’re both doing this together. we have been through 9 years together this year and she has kept sane, even alive, through some of the darkest periods of my life. sometimes when you’re in hard places, you look to the smallest things to keep you grounded. knowing someone would have to put food and water in her bowl and give her love was enough to keep me going some days.
never underestimate the power of the small things in your life. 💛🐱