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Created on: March 20, 2010
Just A Cat?
Just a cat? Did you really say she was just a cat?
What makes you think my little one is just a cat?
You think I am spending too much money to save her because she is
Just a cat? Who are you to decide what she is worth?
Do you really know what she means to me?
Just a cat? She is part of the reason I am still alive today. When I was sick she stayed by my side and loved me unconditionally.
Your saying that is what pets do? She is nothing more than
Just a cat?
Your wrong. She is a living, breathing, loving creature. She was sent here to love and be with me. With her by my side I am not lonely, if I am afraid she is there to comfort me, when I am sad she is there to put a smile on my face, she is here to try my patience and teach me lessons.
She is worth any amount of money I could spend to save her.
Just a cat? Who else loves me so totally no matter how I look, how I feel or what I do? Who else thinks I am the best thing that ever happened to them? Your right its the one your calling
Just a cat
Yes she is a cat and I will always do right by her because to you she may be
Just a cat. But to me she is special and an important part of my life known as love.
That makes her more precious than diamonds or gold. She may be
Just a cat but she is my cat for as long as we are both on this earth and I would not have it any other way. So don’t say again to me she is
JUST A CAT! If you can not see the value in her and others like her your missing something very important that life has to offer. .
I am happy that I am here to share, feel, and know what it means to have the love.
Just A Cat
I wish you someday you know one of the greatest joys life has to offer the love of Just A Cat
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