Armani

Sometimes with the way he looks at me; just looks at me. He can bring me to tears without trying and yet he's the one thing that stops me from crying an inevitable depression. And when he cuddles up next to me in bed I know he loves me and that I had done the right thing. Everything happens for a reason. I love my lil boy. He's such a sweet cat. He's a gift.

I watch him sleep sometimes, in his careless ways, and I think of Alaina. I always do when I watch him. They are so much alike. They both love me and I treat them like my child, because in a way they are. And although I can't take care of Alaina anymore, I will never stop looking for her. Not until the day I die.

I know someday he'll be gone, just like all the rest. Why do I keep bother? His life will pass and I will go on and I'll be forever hurt.  But I guess it's his life that makes my life worth living. I'll enjoy him for as long as I can, and I'll do all in my power to make sure that's as long as possible.