There's Always Room For Love

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This husband and I…

Were greeted in December…by Best Friend…that camp cat extraordinaire…bonded last year…after months of gaining trust…it may have been eight months…his days filled with cuddles in the office…and vacationing river tubers…but he knew his old friends…immediately…

Funny thing tho…old gal me…after a few pets and pats…made an observation…Best Friend…is a sweet cat…she said…but I could never love him…like I do…Old Man Wrigley…but…she…was wrong…Best Friend…lounging on the deck…watching through the window…a meow…a purr…a greeting every time we come home…

Best Friend antics…Best Friend snuggles…he gets us…we…get him…the meow…saying feed me…the meow…saying pet me…the meow saying…leave me…the H…E…double hockey sticks…alone…loyalty…trust…commitment…actions saying…you are special…creeping into those hardened little cracks…making the heart…go all squishy…reminding this old gal…

That there’s always room…for love…

And this husband of mine…agrees…