Friends For Life
A cat, snoozing on my bed, black as night.
Curled around, his tale in his face.
Eyes flicker open, revealing eyes like brilliant beryl.
A soft meow issues from him, implying that he want's a scratch.
He is a beautiful cat,
my best friend...the friend who has always been there for me.
No matter what. The friend I've had the longest.
For all of my life, I've had to move every 3 years.
The burden of an army brat.
15 years I've had to take that,
my friends being ripped away,
just as I'm really getting to know them.
Can you imagine that?
Not having a friendship that lasted for more than 3 years?
Then, when I was 7, Sammy was brought into my life.
A miracle. A street cat, disowned by the family of his owner,
left to fend for himself,
in the busy town of Barstow, California.
Nobody wanted this cat, the obsidian feline,
the bringer of misfortune.
I was going to adopt one cat, a calico. Then I saw him.
All alone, being hissed at by the very cat I was to adopt.
Right there I decided.
As so many children say for other pets. "That one."
From then on we had a friendship,
no matter the times.
My best friend, to the day.
A friend like no other,
a cat unlike any other,
why should anyone ever bother?
Because they make the best friends,
Copyright © Zach Nathan | Year Posted 2012
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