Words Unspoken

Literate for a Day

I’ve had you for three years now. Three lovely years of seeing you grow. At first, you were so small that I could just hold you in my hands, and now you sprawl across all of my upper body when I hold you. You have the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen, and the shiniest black coat.

Other people don’t understand you, but I do. You’re just protective and don’t like approaching people you don’t know. I get it, and I always have. I always defend you when they say you’re mean because I see the sweet side of you. I see the you that always comforts me when I’m sick or when I have a migraine. You’re so gentle with me, and I know that you can sense my pain. You’re especially amazing when I’m sad, always knowing the perfect time to jump into my lap and soothe my sadness. Your purr is truly medicinal. I hate that no one else sees this side of you, but at the same time, I’m glad that you save it just for me.

You understand me. You know exactly when I need you most, and you know exactly what to do at the perfect moment. I will always appreciate that you sleep at my feet every night, as though you want to stay close to me but also respect my space. It comforts me to see you when I go to sleep, when I wake up in the morning, and especially when I wake up in the middle of the night. I feel safe when you’re with me.

I especially want to tell you that I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I sometimes don’t appreciate your kindness and unconditional love. Sometimes I just don’t know how to accept it. I’m mostly sorry for The Big Scary Man. I had no idea that he was hurting you, though I had a suspicion. I know that you didn’t want to be close to him at all, and that sometimes that meant you couldn’t be near me either. I am so deeply sorry that I ever let him hurt you. Please know that no one else is ever going to hurt you again. I will always choose you. I am your forever home, Zoey.

I don’t tell you that I love you nearly enough, even though you show me that you do every ┬áday. I love you so much, and I am so blessed to have found you. I’ve had you for three years, yes, but it’s you that truly has me.


Your Human


Better Late Than Never

As someone who is very new to the glamorous world of blogging, I decided to sign up for National Blog Posting Month. More affectionally known as NaBloPoMo. I was so excited to be a part of a community that would be supporting each other in the quest to post a blog every day for the entire month of November. I thought that it would help me connect with other bloggers and also push myself to be creative. My biggest fear with writing is that I’m literally going to run out of words. I’m afraid that I’ll say everything that I ever wanted to say, all of the thoughts and ideas that I’ve ever had will finally be out in the world and I will have nothing left. I thought that this month would prove to me that I will not run out of words, that I can produce more and that I am more creative than I ever imagined.

I’ve said all of that to say that I have been frightfully sick for the past few days…since November 1st to be specific. My throat has been sore, nose all disgustingly runny, my whole body has been achy and I’m pretty sure that I had a low grade fever until about 11 this morning. I have not felt like blogging or thinking at all. My body is in so much pain all over that I can’t think about anything else. I have let myself down more than anything, and I can’t wait to get better so that I can finally jump in to the NaBloPoMo arena. It’s a good thing they don’t take attendance, right?