When I held you for the last time

 When I held you for the last time, something inside me broke in a way I hadn't known before.

Your body was weary, your breathing slow and quiet — but your eyes, they were still full of everything. Full of trust, full of warmth, full of a love that never wavered even at the very end. I told you what you meant to me. That you were never just a cat. You were my stillness on restless nights, my comfort without condition, the familiar warmth that made any place feel like home.

And as you gently closed your eyes, I held onto the thought of you walking into somewhere peaceful — no pain, no worry, just endless warmth and rest, the kind you always deserved.

Even through the tears, a small smile finds me. Because you left knowing — truly knowing — how deeply you were loved. Goodbye, my sweet one. I'll find you in every patch of warm sunlight, and I'll carry you softly in my heart until the day I get to hold you once more.