My sweet little Prince.
My dearest Henry
With your soulful eyes
And mischievous personality.
Tell me the ways
You were failed?
The times before you were found.
The times when you
Would sleep in scary places no five month old cat should rest? Or the Times you needed to hunt and exert your tiny body for sustenance?
Now, tell me about the Times you’ve been happy? To know that you will never be failed again. To know your communal bowl will always be full. Now, Let me tell you how much you’re loved.
For anyone who is not familiar with my sweet Henry’s back story: he was kicked out of his home as a kitten Left to fend for himself. When he was found, he’d been plowed under two feet of snow, managed to pull himself from the bottom of said pile all the way to the top. He was unable to jump and only is recently able to use his hind legs.
So, I’m in the car and I notice my skirt is rising from the wind. I can’t help but think. “Why can’t this be reality?”