There are very few things any of us can truly depend on. None of us can depend on the people around us to act the way we think they will or should or can imagine. The weather will never be what we've been told and everyone lies. The ground we walk on can not be trusted to never shake. The stars might seem eternal, but the light we see might be all that is left of something long dead.
There are few things that can be trusted. There are few things that will never change.
In my life, I have one thing I can trust and one thing that I know will never change. What I can trust in is Candle's love for me and what will never change is my love for her. She's been the only constant in my life. The one spot of clarity in the madness of my years on this planet was my mother's present to me when I was seventeen years old. She was six months old and her ears were the biggest thing on her after her pretty green eyes and her heart. She was and still is my bestest of best friends, my closest confidant, and the only being alive that has ever accepted me for what I am, what I am not, and what I will never be.
Her first reaction to me is never to ask me where I have been or to tell me what wrong I have done, how I am failing her, or what I need to change about myself. She never accuses me of anything and she never doubts me; there's no way to ever tell her in this life how much just those two small things means to me, yet at the same time I believe she knows because she knows me better than I know myself. She accepts me with every flaw I have and she has stuck by my side through every adventure we have had together and not once has she ever been anything but the most wonderful prayer ever answered. I have no way in this world to repay her for her kindness, her patience with me, her love, or her loyalty. She demands nothing of me and just for having existed, she has made me a better person.
I was not blessed enough to have known her when she first came into the world. Whoever owned this kitty's mother has never been able to pass on to me the exact day she was born so I counted back from the day I got her, did some math from what I was told at the animal shelter, and deduced her birthday had to have been around this time and because she's so sweet and loving, I say today is her birthday and she's a Libra. The sign matches her and there's no better planet that could have smiled down on her when she was born but Venus.
Happy Birthday, Candle-baby. It's been nine wonderful years and more than anything else, I hope we have many more, with you happy and healthy and if I could be so greedy, always with me.
