Muezza

April 24…

The day you came into my life, my little piece of home. I still remember bringing you in so tiny and somehow you made everything feel safe and full of love. You turned ordinary days into something special with your little paws, your quiet presence, your silly moments that made me smile without even trying.

And then November 28 came the day you disappeared. Since that day, something in me feels incomplete. The house feels quieter, emptier like it’s still waiting for you to come back. I keep thinking maybe one day I’ll hear your footsteps again, or see you at the door like nothing ever changed. I don’t know where you are, and that hurts the most. Not knowing if you’re okay, if you’re warm, if someone is taking care of you. I still look for you everywhere. Every time I see a cat that looks like you, I go closer and call your name just in case it might be you. But wherever you are, I hope you feel loved. I hope the world is being gentle with you. You weren’t just a pet you were a part of my heart. And no matter how much time passes, that part will always belong to you. I miss you more than words can ever explain, Muezza