She's always made me smile.
When the tears started falling.
She was there when I was sad and upset.
Making me smile.
Her eyes always shine when I held her.
Giving me the comfort that I needed.
The calls she gave me.
Always telling me that I am here now.
She always listened to me without cutting me off.
I never could tell anyone as much as her.
She'd nuzzle my face; full of tears, with her cries.
I'd always tell her that I'm fine.
Yet, no matter how much I said that.
She had always comes back to me with her soothing sounds.
No matter what.
Even if she wasn't human, but an animal.
I will always remember that she was there to cheer me up.
Belle the cat.
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