You were so kind to me the day we met. Taking me home with you and caring for my every need. Bathing me, feeding me, handling my fleas and worms, and most of all, loving me.
When I would catch mice and pile them on your bed, you were never mad at me. Actually you were proud of me and would pet me to show it. You’d also smile, that always happy smile. Not once had I thought that smile would disappear, until…
The year your parents were divorced. At the time you were a teenager I believe. Yes, you were handsome, but never smiled after what happened. I wanted to change that, so I did.
That night as you slept, I lay at the window sill and looked up at the stars. Closing my green eyes, I wished for you to be happy. That very next day you met her, the girl of your dreams. She made you happy, so I was happy.
After a while though, your happiness was struck down by your mother’s fist. She had started drinking and beating you. So that night as you wept in sleep, I wished on a star once more. Cops came to the house the next day and took her away.
We were moved to your father’s then, good thing he didn't live far. Once more you were happy. You had the girl of your dreams and your kind of father. What else would go wrong?
It was now spring break and we were heading to the amusement park. You, your father, girlfriend and I were driving up a hill. We were all singing, all happy, yet all in grave danger.
A truck came swerving down the road toward us. The driver was drunk and ran his car into our left side. We were only bumped and bruised, until we lost control and the car skidded off the road. There was a loud crash and then silence. Had your happiness disappeared once more? I feared.
When I awoke, everyone was in the hospital in critical conditions. You were already awake and petting me. You were crying though. Was it the pain? Were you sad again? Did you want everyone to live?
I realized what you wanted and jumped off your chest. As I started to walk my leg stung in agony. Oh, the pain I felt, but I managed to jump on to the window sill. I lay down to relieve the pressure on my leg; I looked up at the stars. One more wish was all I had left. I coughed and through cracked meows, said, "I wish for you to live happy with the people who make you happy and to never be sad."
I closed my eyes and lowered my head. My whiskers seemed to lower, ears quit twitching, and tail laid flat. My heart stopped beating and soon I saw myself. Lying at the window sill was a black cat. Never to wake up, but never to be sad. Seeing her former owner live and be happy. Three wishes was all it took to make her and her owner happy forever.
