The Best Friend

She’ my best friend,
certainly not your average girl,
She’s my best friend,
She understands me when I’m feeling dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-down.

I hear Lou Reed’s fragile voice in the background.

She’s my best friend! The world’s finest, best, most beautiful, faithful, cuddly girl with the best personality.

We are born on the same day. Or rather on the same date. I was 39 when she was born. A couple of weeks ago, she turned 18. She jumped around as if she were still a child.

The queen of my life is without energy now. She staggers a bit when she walks due to the medication. The medicine also ruins her appetite. She gets weaker the less food she eats. But we handfeed her with water and food every day. She will be completely healthy again! Get stronger every day! That is the only solution!

For 18 years she has been my best friend. A friend I always could talk to. A friend who did not always come up with solutions to my problems, but who just listened. A wise friend. A friend I always could seek comfort from and who never judged me or my opinions. She was just as good no matter how stupid I felt. She’s the best friend in the world.

She always came to ask for help when needed. Whether it was for herself or a friend who was in danger or just a little upset or hungry. She has always been there for friends.

Right now, it’s me who must be there for her. She has to be fed by hand and sometimes she needs help to go to the toilet. But I will be there for this lovely and beautiful girl! The queen of all cats.

Because she’s my best friend!