Warmth

The pill bottle was in the console of my car in the driveway, and I was walking outside to get it. I was so weak and so tired and so very thin. I only made it as far as where the sidewalk meets the porch when my cat ran up, made a small sound, and rubbed his cheeks against my legs furiously. His fur was warm and the sun was low in the sky when I sat down and scratched behind his small ears and then hot tears came falling. I was the kind of sad that doesn’t make tears, and I was ready for it to end. Then the affection of a gray cat broke me. That’s how I knew I was going to be okay. That’s when I knew God wanted me.