Amber

Leaf 358 – Looking Back

 

Amber was named for the colour of his tummy fur. If I slapped my thigh, one-two, he’d come running like a dog. But he was more of a pal than a pet. The same age as me, he always slept on my bed. He passed away very peacefully at the grand old age of twenty-one, lying curled up on the lawn in the summer sun with his eyes closed – purring until the last.

 

 

Closed eyes –

feeling the soft hum

of a cat’s contentment.