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  • Angel the white cat came into my life many yeas ago. It was a difficult time for me and I had to spend long periods of time on my own in the house in Cape Town .Since I was a little girl, I always slept with a light on my bedside table to stop my imaginary monsters to come close to me, but since this beautiful luminous cat arrived to my house, he replaced the artificial light .I called him Angel Light. From the very first moment ,he was the shining star that dispelled the darkness of my lonely nights and little by little my childhood fear disappeared. He was my friend, my angel, my companion and I felt so safe in the certainty of this union between a feline and a human being. Angel was with me for five years. He had a blue eye like the sea and a green one like the forest. I had the whole world with him. He died three years ago. He could not wait for me. I was one day too late on my arrival and he was one day too early on his departure and all that he left behind were his ashes in a little urn with the date of when he left this world. I thought how can you put inside a bottle all the love, all the memories, all the happiness that we shared? How can be all that reduced just to ashes? I put the urn by my bedside table and for a strange phenomenon every night I saw light coming from the place where his little container was placed. I know my angel is chasing butterflies in Heaven and finally found all the other angels that were waiting for him.
    Looking at the picture of this story taken by a friend I thought that life can be really wonderful when we have a real friend next to our heart.
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