My first love

The first and only chapter

I got a cat. So black, fluffy, with swamp-green eyes, pointed ears and a mustachioed muzzle, beautiful. This is the first cat in my life. I took her from a shelter in my city when she was 7 months old. She came up to me and climbed on my lap when I crouched down to look at the other cats. I think she chose me, not me. I named her Yuko, which means "Child of the Night" in Japanese.

Yuko was the most beautiful, graceful and devoted cat. And I've never loved anyone as much as her. Every morning when I woke up, she was lying on the pillow with me, and I could feel her warm breath on my shoulder. She woke up and sipped with her paws, looking into my eyes with her bright eyes. I fed her and went to work. Yuko walked me to the door and caressed my feet. And I didn't want to leave her alone at home... But she waited patiently for me.
And in the evening, when I came home, we sat down to drink tea with her. Yuko sat across the table from me, wagging her tail, and listened attentively, while I told her how my day had gone. After that, we hugged gently and I carried her to my bed. And so we fall asleep together again...

There have been many good and bad days in my life. But I always knew where to find support. When I got home, I would sit by the window, Yuko would sit next to me, and I would tell her everything that was on my mind, everything that I felt; and then I would burst into tears and cry quietly. And she listened to me. She saw my tears, heard me sobbing, but she didn't say anything. But it seemed to me that she understood me like a real person. And even though Yuko can't say anything because she's a cat, it was enough for me that she was next to me. The green-eyed one comforted me, kissed my cheeks, ears, and hair with her nose. I'm sure she felt what I felt.

I could spend all my free time with her. And I'm serious. On weekends, I stayed at home, read books to her, turned on a movie for us and brought popcorn for two. And she was staying with me. Watched everything that was happening on the screen. And then she would crawl into my stomach and fall asleep. And it was difficult for me to get up or move at all, so as not to wake this lovely creature.
Yuko couldn't leave me for a second. And it got to the point where I had to take her to the bathroom when I went to take a shower.

We went to different places with her when I could find time to rest. I took Yuko wherever I could. We were with her at sea, on sandy coasts, in the mountains, and in green forests. She liked the fresh air and was crazy about walking. And I'm glad that I was able to give her new emotions.

When Yuko got sick, there were days of real suffering. I took her to veterinarians, prayed that everything would be fine with her, did not sleep at night, was afraid to leave the house and leave her alone. So many tears were shed at such moments...

She wasn't just a cat. She was everything to me. She was my life, my love, my meaning, my world... And I think it was mutual. She taught me to love, replaced my air, replaced my friends...

Yuko lived with me for many years, but unfortunately, everything comes to an end. And that day has come... One morning she didn't wake up. She didn't welcome me with open arms. She didn't smile at me like she always did. She didn't look at me with her kind eyes. Her heart stopped beating. That day was the end of it...

And on the day she died, I met a man. We bumped into each other on the street. It's strange, but there was something special about this man that set him apart from others. It's like we already knew each other...

Аnd what am I doing all this for... It has been 3 years since that day, and we are already married to this man. I love him more than life, I feel happy with him. But I will always remember my first love. My first love named Yuko...

The end