angels

zen cat
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Gabriel's fur was yellow like April, and his heart as big as July. On the morning of the day he left, I heard the very first red-winged blackbird call of spring--like Spirit telling me that beyond this ending lay a new beginning.
He was with me for twelve years, a ray of sunshine through every season. He loved to be loved, thought the world revolved around him – and was at the same time endearingly generous of spirit. If I cried, he came and sat with me, offering the comfort of his presence and warm fur. When I sang, he would seek me out and listen, my own personal audience. When I was sick, he would find me and lay down beside me. He loved to be the center of attention; but he gave back every bit of what he received.