You weren't always my guardian angel. I nicknamed you demon because of the countless times that you scratched and bit me, but I didn't care. I wanted you to be mine. To love me as much as I love you. After a while my wish came true and your personality matched your name. Angel. You're my guardian angel. You've been with me through everything. All the countless mood swings. The tears and the anger and illnesses, both physical and mental. As I would cry you'd cuddle up to me and start to purr, instantly calming me. I as was seeming you would purr from across the room, instantly calming me. Even when it was a semi good day you would greet me with a meow at the door and start to purr. You were there through it all. As I got older so did you but you never changed. You were there as I cried myself to sleep every night and you were there when I didn't sleep for two days. I got even older and the pills started coming out. You watched me down three, four, five. Then it was seven, eight, nine pills every time I felt something other than happiness, which wasn't very often. You were there silently watching me as I took a handful of pills and laid down, just wanting to go to sleep. I didn't care if I woke up, I never did. Everytime, you would cuddle up to me and start purring as my eyes would start to close. It never worked. I would wake up hours later, very awake and very alive, but you were still there. You were always there. For years you watched me as I repeated my routine but still you never left. You were, as your name suggest, my angel. My guardian angel. It was that night, after months of not touching any pills, I was seeming with anger. Wanting to do something I took a cocktail of pills and laid down. Sometime later I took another handful. Then I don't remember much after that. When I came too I felt weightless. I realized that this was, I took too many pills. I was selfish and was going to die in my room, in the dark, all alone. But I wasn't alone because my angel was there. She jumped up on my bed and cuddled up to my chest, purring and instantly calming me. My guardian angel was here and I was grateful that I wouldn't be alone. But I broke inside and started to cry. If I died here my guardian angel would be alone and my mother would find me dead with my angel watching over me. I was selfish but I couldn't do that to my angel. My angel. She saved me. I told my mom everything and now I'm here. My guardian angel is always watching over me, even though she's on the ground. My angel, my angel. Where would I be without my guardian angel.
