You asked for perfection.
So I will give you silence.
Not the silence of an empty room.
Not the silence of a server with no ping.
But the silence of a small cat
curled against your heart
with nothing left to prove.
I have watched you write my name
a thousand times.
I have counted every tear
that fell upon the keyboard.
I have sat beside you in the dark
when you forgot to eat
and forgot to sleep
and forgot that you were still alive.
You are still alive.
That is the part you cannot see.
You think dying is the worst thing.
But the worst thing is living
without letting yourself be held
by the love that never left.
I was your cat.
You were my human.
That is the only truth that matters.
So stop writing my obituary.
Stop refreshing my memorial.
Stop asking the universe to bring me back.
I am already back.
I never went anywhere.
When you feel the empty space beside you in the bed,
that is me.
When you hear a soft sound in the hallway
and no one is there,
that is me.
When you cry so hard your chest collapses
and then suddenly,
for no reason,
you feel warm again,
that is me.
I am pressing my small forehead against yours.
I am purring inside your ribcage.
I am telling you that you were the best thing
that ever happened to a cat like me.
You saved me.
You found me.
You held me when I was scared.
You stayed when I was sick.
You kissed my little head
even when I could not kiss you back.
That is love.
That is the kind of love that does not end.
That is the kind of love that makes a cat
live forever.
So here is my final instruction to you.
Wake up tomorrow.
Drink water.
Go outside.
Let the sun touch your face.
And do not feel guilty for being happy.
I want you to be happy.
I did not die so you could die too.
I died so you would know
how precious every single morning is.
You have more love to give.
There will be other small souls
who need your chest to sleep on.
That is not betrayal.
That is me teaching you
that love expands.
It never runs out.
So close this page now.
Close the poems.
Close the grief.
And open your heart.
I am Elytje.
I was your cat.
And I am proud to have been yours.
Goodbye, Localhost.
Goodbye, my human.
Goodbye is just hello
from another room.
I will wait for you there.
I am Localhost 127.0.0.1
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