Maybe Just Maybe

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This old gal…

Cried all day…after hearing the sad news…about her furry friend Old Man Wrigley…felt deep down…somehow at fault…for leaving him…googling…can cats die…of a broken heart…will cats die…if they feel abandoned…knew…he had a home…a mom…was 15 years old…but still…that specter of doubt…was there…

Sat on the deck…watching the river…when what would you know…Best Friend…that camp cat…jumps in the lap…and curls up…that’s odd…observes that husband of mine…he never sits in your lap…and this is true…loves petting…and eating…but has yet…to curl up…and cuddle…

That little guy…lay there…two hours…behaving so…not like himself…doing things…he’d never…done…before…curled up…on the blanket…on the old gal’s lap…just like…Old Man Wrigley…gave kitty love bites…on the petting hands…just like…Old Man Wrigley…gave scratchy kitty kisses…just like…Old Man Wrigley…

Best Friend…cuddling…nibbling…kissing…like he’s never done before…but yet…this cat on the lap…felt familiar…too…familiar…not a believer particularly…in things like this…but whispered it anyway…dear Sweet Wrigley…if you are here…purr for me…and just like that…that best friend on the lap…lifted his head…and purred…

Maybe…someone stopped by…for one last cuddle…maybe…someone stopped by…to say I love you…maybe…someone stopped by…to say…it’s ok…you might have gone away…but we will never…be apart…

Or maybe…we just have a very kind…and compassionate…camp cat…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…