WHEN GOD LENT ME A FRIEND

Friends are those that we take for granted. We see them everyday, say hi, and sometimes get irritated when they are overly friendly. They come to us for food, and try to tell us what they want. But we don't understand what they are trying to say. God give them a different language from ours. But they share something common with us. The word love that they give without asking much except for a warm place to stay in, food when they are hungry. And now that they are no longer with us, we feel that empty space that used to house them.  You left me when you turned 15 years old. That is very old if you count it in cat age where you need to multiply by seven.  You were always there when I was sick in bed, down with flu, virus, headache and when you are down, you were always with me. I regret the time when I used to scream at you when I thought you soiled the carpet when it was your sister Jenny who did that.  I always forgot that you were an old cat. I miss you.  I dedicate this page to you. Thank you Allah for lending me Your creation that had kept me company for 15 years.  Boy, my faithful persian cat, I will always love you. You are gone, but not forgotten.