The flower of my youth was a fond memory of me as a young
adult. I was twenty two years old and had a beautiful cat named Cindy. one hot
summer evening I had left the kitchen window open a little more than what was
intended. It led to our outdoor fire escape from my third floor of the apartment
building in which I was then living. The following morning Cindy was nowhere to
be found. I looked at the open kitchen window and realized how she must have
gotten out. I cursed at myself and then cried. The landlord helped me post of
flyers and said she would have all of the other tenants look around for my lost
baby. After three weeks had gone by, I lost all hope of her ever being found.
One morning I went through my usual routine of fixing coffee and then taking out
a cigarette. A box of wooden matches sat on the kitchen table as I pulled one
out. Suddenly I heard a meow and turned my head in the direction of Cindy's
voice. She was sitting on top of a dresser in my bedroom which was just to the
right of me. I took the cigarette out of my mouth and put the match back on the
kitchen table. As I walked towards her, my front door was broken into by two
fireman. "We have an emergency here and everybody here has to leave this
building", as they escorted me outside. On the way out I grabbed the box of
matches and the cigarette from the kitchen table. Before I lit my late morning
smoke, the landlord swiped them from my hand. She told me there was a gas leak
and if I had lit that match, it could blow up the place that we all lived in. I
found out later on that day, my Cindy was found by the landlord, run over by a
car. The animal hospital couldn't save her as she died just a few hours before I
had awakened that morning. I put the pieces of the puzzle together of why this
strange event had occurred. Cindy came back and distracted me for a moment ,
stopping me from lighting that match. Something that would have blown up my
apartment along with me in it. Maybe the love that our pets have for us goes
beyond death itself. She saved my life and most likely the lives of others.
Thank you my darling Cindy...
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