It has been almost 2 years since I lost Nigel and I still think about him everyday. Not everyone can understand how much this little guy meant (and still means) to me because he was “just a cat.” But he was so much more than that. He was my best friend– He was always there for me, he comforted me, he loved me unconditionally. He didn’t care how I looked, what I had done wrong, if I stayed in bed all day long (which he preferred, actually), or when I forgot to do my homework. When I felt like no one else cared, I knew he always did. He may not have understood exactly what was happening in my life, but that didn’t matter. He stayed by my side and wanted nothing more than my love in return.
I’ve never met a cat, or any human for that matter, with such love in their hearts, and I don’t know if I ever will again. I still think I hear his meows outside my bedroom door at night sometimes and I can still feel him wrapping his arms around me and hugging my neck. I had him since I turned 5. I can’t remember a time before he was in my life and I’m still trying to adjust to him not being around.
You may think I’m a “crazy cat lady,” but that’s okay, as long as that means that I get to experience true, undoubted love like his.
Happy National Black Cat Day