Not long ago, an interesting bit of writing popped up on my Facebook newsfeed. It was a short piece titled Just a Dog – not really a poem but not a “story” either. It was, however, a very moving tribute to man’s best friend. I really wanted to share it with you, but there was no author listed, nor any indication where it came from. I’m no stranger to the copyright law, and I’d never post it here (or anywhere) without permission from the copyright owner.
So, I did a little digging. I found Just a Dog on hundreds of other websites and blogs, and some had even taken artistic license and changed it to Just a Cat. A few had the supposed author’s name – Richard A. Biby – but I couldn’t find the man or where the piece was originally published. It’s definitely worth a read, though, so I would encourage you to Google it. Just not before you finish reading my post. LOL.
The poignant piece brought to mind the times in my own life where people have said things like, “It’s just a cat. How can you spend that kind of money on a cat?” “It’s just a cat, it doesn’t love you like a human child can.” Or the very worst of all, after a beloved cat had died, “It’s just a cat. You can always get another one.”
You’ve probably had similar things said to you about your own dog or cat, because the world is filled with unfortunate people who have never bonded with a pet. They can’t possibly comprehend the depth of your love for “just a dog.” They don’t understand why you would consider “just a cat” to be a beloved family member that you’d do anything to keep safe, healthy and happy. The non-pet crowd often trivializes our relationships with our furry friends, because they don’t get that our pets will never be “just” anything.
Just a Cat has been there for me during my darkest hour and my happiest. Though I don’t live with other humans, I am never lonely, because Just a Cat is always there to offer a comforting purr. Just a Cat gives meaning and purpose to my life, a reason to get up every morning. If I am feeling sad, Just a Cat’s headbonks never fail to bring on a smile.
Just a Cat may not say a whole lot, but she is a wonderful listener. Even when I tell her tales that would bore another human silly, she listens intently to every word. Just a Cat never rolls her eyes at me and tells me I’m being “too sensitive” or “too picky” or “too” anything. To Just a Cat, I am perfect just the way I am.
Just a Cat knows instinctively when I am ill, and she keeps a vigil by my side. She administers Purr Therapy, her special brand of medicine that hastens healing like nothing else ever could.
Just a Cat’s presence brings an immeasurable amount of love, joy, hope and positivity into my life. Just a Cat’s loyalty will never waver, and our friendship will endure, no matter what trials and tribulations we face together.
Because of Just a Cat I not only want to be a better human being, but I am.
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