When I was 22 years old, I experienced trauma unlike anything I had ever faced before or would experience after. I was lost and hopeless. I was beneath the bottom, and all I wanted to do was die.
Then the Universe conspired to put a tiny kitty in my life. She was the first soul to hear about my trauma, and she kept that secret for years before I felt comfortable and safe enough to share it with another human. She licked my tears when I cried and snuggled with me on my darkest days. She gave me something to love and care for when I couldn’t love and care for myself. She gave me something to live for when I couldn’t live for myself.
I had named her Voodoo, and her love was definitely Magick. Her love had the Magick to heal me from things I didn’t speak about. Her love had the Magick to make me feel whole again. Her love had the Magick to give me a purpose for living and to reignite the fire within me that I knew was there all along.
I was given 19 years, 2 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days with this magickal little creature, and every single second was filled with more love, understanding, and acceptance than I ever could have imagined. And in her last days, I made sure she knew just how much our time together meant.
I was grateful to discover Dr. Raquel Naquin who was able to help Voodoo transition from this world to the next in the most peaceful and serene way possible, and I’m grateful that the last face she saw before closing her eyes was mine — one that is so filled with love for her.
My life changed the day I took her home, and my life will never be the same now that she’s gone. She always was and always will be my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye.