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Delilah

Some angels choose fur.

By A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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You were found

Broken, neglected

And pregnant

On the steps

Of a women's health clinic

If that wasn't irony

I don't know what was

I brought you home

I vowed no one would ever

Ever hurt you again

But you wouldn't come to me

You hid in a corner

Scared and trembling

But you were safe

I bought you the best food I could

Gave you toys I made with my own hands

I spoke to you softly and gave you a name

I thought was as pretty as you

Sometimes I sang to you

The song your name came from

You hated it

Like the grumpy cat you were

But soon your trembling

Became purring

You came out of your little corner

You trusted

I cried when you crawled into my lap

There is no feeling more beautiful

Than being trusted by a small creature

Who had been previously hurt

By someone the same species as me

Over time, you became my best friend

You were moody, chubby, cute, sweet

Just like me

I had more in common with you

Than most humans

My pillow became yours

I was honoured when you

Graciously allowed me to share it

You followed me to the loo

You sprawled on my keyboard

While I tried to write

You demanded that I allow you

To sleep directly on top of my head

You became my constant companion

We went through so much together

I helped you give birth

To your only son, Sampson

I allowed you outside just that one time

While we commited his tiny body to the earth

I gently nursed you back to health

When you were so very ill

That I thought I might lose you

I guided you through the anxiety

Of meeting your new cat sister, Athena

But you were there for me

In so many more ways

You soothed away my sadness

And my anxiety

You calmed me when I was angry

Like no one else could

You were there for me

On my darkest days

Sometimes when no one else was

And in those times

I was convinced

That some angels choose fur

Instead of wings

inspirational
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About the Creator

A. R. Ambrosi

I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!

I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^

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