Black Cat Angel

The first cat I ever was owned by was pure black with green eyes.

He passed away when I was in third grade, along with a small piece of my heart.

I loved him unconditionally and he was my best friend.

He slept at the foot of my bed each night.

He always longed to be close to me.

There was something magical about this cat.

A love so deep that it would reach beyond the grave.

He came to me in dreams after he passed.

I was a child and didn’t completely understand the rainbow bridge and the water with the koi fish it overlooked.

I didn’t know who the gray and white cat waiting for him on the bridge was.

All I knew was that he seemed happy and healthy in this location and in my dream state.

I could smell his scent on my pillow.

I could hear his sweet meow in my head at times.

Perhaps he was communicating with me in a way that only he could.

I saw a glowing light near his favorite kitchen cupboard.

The same cupboard he used to meow for Tender Vittles at.

He was 17-years-old and the cat my mom had in college.

After I was born he bonded up to me instantly.

I couldn’t remember a time without him in my life.

Yes, there would be other cats in my life.

But there would always be a special place for him.

He was my black cat angel.

Similar to a guardian angel only from the feline world.

*This poem will be featured in my upcoming book Peeling Sanity

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