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For Storm, My Green-Eyed Boy

By Ma'ayan H.

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Storm, My Green-Eyed Boy

We found you when the world was closing in

When streets were quiet

And days blurred softly into one another.

From a careful breeder’s arms

Into ours,

You came home like a promise

That something gentle could still begin.

Storm.

Your name sounded wild,

But your eyes

Those deep, green, knowing eyes

Held nothing but understanding.

Stormy when you raced the hallway at midnight,

A flash of silver and fluff.

Mister Man when you sat so properly,

Chest puffed out,

As if you had important thoughts to think.

Bub when you followed me everywhere,

My soft-footed shadow.

Little Man when you answered me back

Like we shared a private language.

Squishy Face when I cupped your cheeks

And you leaned into my hands

Like you belonged there.

You were a Siberian with a lion’s coat

And a healer’s heart.

When I was sick,

When my body ached

Or my mind felt too heavy,

You somehow knew.

You always knew.

You would climb beside me without being called,

Curl carefully against my chest,

Purring low and steady

Like you were stitching me back together

With sound alone.

Your warmth was medicine.

Your presence was peace.

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Five years.

Five beautiful, impossible years

That feel both endless and too short.

You grew with me in those strange pandemic days.

When the world felt uncertain,

You were constant.

When I felt alone,

You stayed.

I still expect to see those green eyes

Watching me from the doorway.

Still listen for the soft trill

That meant, I’m here.

And maybe you are

In sunbeams on the floor,

In the quiet weight of blankets,

In the memory of your steady purr

On my hardest days.

Storm,

My Stormy,

My Mister Man,

My Bub,

My Little Man,

My sweet Squishy Face

You were more than a cat.

You were comfort.

You were intuition wrapped in fur.

You were love that showed up

Exactly when I needed it.

And you always will be.