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  • Five years ago you came to our lives running upside and down the stairs of our building. Leonardo saved you from falling from a window at the third floor. A fall at that height would kill you – just a little piece of kitten, a ray of sunlight coming for our lives through a window in a Monday night.

    You were a fierce rattlesnake so frightened about human hands! We wished so much to protect you and caress your beautiful yellow fur but you trusted only Valentino, your dad, your master!

    I always loved to watch you at a safe distance under the sunlight and sing to you as Caetano, “gosto muito de te ver, leãozinho, caminhando sob o sol / para desentristecer, leãozinho,o meu coração tão só …”

    You feared veterinarians and attacked us so bad! So many scratches, so many bites if you felt cornered, then so many injections and that cat-scratch fever that almost took me from you... But sometimes, Sunlight, you just came silently to our feet to warm our dreams, or to chew our just washed hair. Our moments were cloudy while you didn’t come safely in home!

    Frederico, Sunlight, did you know that I chose your name thinking of your beautiful color, a mix of yellow and red that I hear in the vowels? My Friedrich Barabarossa, my Fred Flintstone, my Freddie Kruger, my beautiful Viking fighter that I liked to put in the role of an Icelandic volcano boy…

    Why didn’t you tell me you were suffering so sick? Why didn’t you let me know before that you were needing help and attention? You didn’t even lose some weight so I could learn that you were in danger!

    My Lion boy, I only could take you in my arms in your last days, fighting for you… and your life was going away like the powerful moonlight in the Friday night sky coming through our window – not as a biting hello, but as your last scratch of goodbye.

    Now I just think how many moons will come and go before the day the Nature is re-created and I find your hazel eyes, then full of honey.

    Tears come to our eyes like rain, but we shall see the sunlight another day.
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