A commission  Sekkite had done of Captain from  firefeather of my cat. It's beautiful, it's him, its perfect.


Our life was like a picture. We started it together so that the blank canvas was created with small strokes that became more defined with each day, week, month and year. I watched as it first started in small light strokes. The bare definition of who you were, like the dream of a cat. They slowly grew to incorporate colors. Oh the splashes of it that happened with the color of your coat vibrantly coming alive and the brightness of your eyes. We made this painting together through our memories and feelings that grew and blossomed. Yet too soon you were gone and I was left with the half completed images of your life that I tried to hold onto. At first I tried to look at it, I tried to see the good memories that had been left behind.

I was wrong. There were smudges and spots that weren’t perfect, places where my frustrations with you showed. There were streaks where I got upset at your determination to love me when I tried to sleep or when you played too roughly. Times where I was upset that you tried to trip me when I walked through the house, why had I not seen that I should have treasured those? They were glaringly obvious to me, they made me ashamed. How could I leave those markings on the life we had? I didn’t want to look at them, I didn’t want to think. I turned my eyes away ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to see the mess I had made of our beautiful life together. How could I be so heartless? So mean? How could I have ever damaged what we had made together?

The days passed and then the weeks, now a month has gone by and I look again. I see those smeared places and imperfections, the places where we should have had time to perfect the picture of life and I almost want to turn away. Yet when I look at the whole instead of the parts I see the picture of our life together is perfect in its very imperfections. There you are still smiling at me, captured in my memories and held within my heart. You are always there as a memory of a creature that had been sent to love me. There are imperfections of my own frustrations and quirks, places that are white and untouched, but I realize now in its own way it is whole and complete. I can smile and each day is easier, now it’s even better realizing that our imperfect life together was perfect.