I had a cat-soulmate called Mafla. He was human really, and rarely left my side. He would jump into my arms when I came home from work and it was all fun and games and soul-communing after that. I loved him so much.
When he got sick it was devastating to say the least. I also held him on my lap, thinking that was best, just petting, talking and crying. In the last few moments of his life he lifted his head to look at me. It must have taken supernatural strength as he was so weak. I will never forget the mixture of love and sadness he managed to express with his eyes. He held his gaze until his last breath. Dear Mafla.
Since then, I get down to their level, eye-to-eye, so they know I'm truly with them. As sad as it is, it's never as bad as with Mafla.
Some sadness never leaves, Eko.
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