“I’m a hospice cat, yet I still have a life to live,
I’m a hospice cat, but I have so much love to give.”
I met a charming new friend last Friday evening as I dropped off my year end donation at the local animal shelter.
He was resting not far from the front desk as if he was waiting just for me.
I was saddened some as I saw on a nearby sheet of paper that he was a hospice cat.
And he was estimated to be only about eight years old.
I knew I wanted a picture of this special friend to bring home.
I didn’t have a camera, so I grabbed a pencil and found a torn Christmas card envelope inside my bag that I could use to sketch a quick portrait.
Once finished, the two of us spent about a half an hour together visiting.
My friend’s soft purrs seemed to say alot as we played with a shiny red and green ball and a tiny stuffed purple mouse. His sweet face kept looking up at mine, smiling it seemed with his heart shaped nose.
I smiled back.
After a while he looked a little tired.
And it seemed I was as well.
As I opened my bag to put the envelope back inside, I thought to myself how this little cat had opened my heart some on a cold December night.
“Merry Christmas dear one.”
“I’ll be back again soon,” I told him.
And I know that’s one New Year’s resolution I will definitely be keeping.