It was 1991 when I first met her.She was a beautiful black kitten. Soft and full of energy, like kittens often are.Many times I would go to visit her, often times I’d bring her home with me, leaving a note “Hey, I borrowed your cat”.
With a strange turn of events, Loki became mine.She was my constant companion from the days I had nothing, living in a little trailer in Mt.Dora through various improvements in my life.She would wait for me while I traveled, and welcome me home when I returned.She asked nothing from me except some food, and love.
She endured 6 moves, various small children, roommates, a wife, and even a dog.
For 17 years she was with me, asking for nothing but love.
This week was hard for her.I could only love her enough to let her go.
You must log in to post a comment.