The cat

Our cats were safe and that was the most important thing. I felt comfortable, except for the fact of having lost her. So, for the first time in years, I cried, like a child.

I let go of the tears I had been saving for so long and realized the comparison. That intense drought separated us, when a heat stroke ended her life and, by then, my mourning was devoid of tears, precisely because I believed that my salvation was to go on placing that terrible loss in the background. Now, the torrential rains almost do it that with theirs and her absence is totally present, taking the cold preponderance that I denied to it before.

I feel a great uneasiness. To what resource can I appeal now? What or who will rescue me? Her children, now older, were mitigating the discomfort, obviously, but it was not enough. Second to second, I feel more desolate...

It's at this moment that Salvation, our pregnant cat, awakens me, drying my tears with her velcro tongue! She has come to tell me that we left the window open because of the heat, but now it's raining.