Cleo

My little buddy Cleo was a gift for my birthday when I was 17 years old. My mom used my birthday as an excuse to convince my dad to get a cat. At first it was my mom’s cat, but over the years we slowly bonded and when I moved out on my own, I took her with me and she became my best friend. She was always there with me during the worst and best of times of my life. She sensed when I was feeling down and always cheered me up. I was the only one who could make her feel safe. She would only let me pick her up and hold her. I would do anything for Cleo and she knew it. It was an amazing bond that I still miss to this very day. She was my best friend, my little buddy, and a big piece of me was taken when she passed away. I pray that I see her again.