Monday, September 6, 2010
How To Save A Life
It was the very beginning of November 2009. My sister and I had just had a HUGE fight and I didn't know when (or if ever) I would talk to her again. I wasn't speaking to my parents either. And R* had just left for an extended vacation in Hawaii (long story).The only people I had left were my friends. And let's face it, they're great, but they can't always fill the holes in a person's heart. Needless to say, I was lonely. Very lonely. So I did something I always said I never would: I got a cat.
Harley got me through some of THE hardest months of my LIFE. When I was laying sick in bed, thinking I was gonna die....he's the one who got me up....because he needed to be fed, or his box changed, or he just wanted to play. I actually had a reason to get out of bed now when I didn't before. When I'd had a long day or I just wanted to come home and cry because once again, my sister still hadn't called....he was there...curling up on my lap or giving me kisses. No, he's not always a perfect angel....he can be a little devil...when he plays, he'll bite your arm if you let him. But at the end of the day, when everything goes wrong or even when it goes right...he's there. Curling right up against me when I go to sleep.
My cat saved my life, hands down. People laugh at me sometimes. They'll tell me "he's just a cat." Or they'll say, "you're a little too obsessed." But they just don't understand.
*Name abbreviated to protect the guilty.