Her existence seemed pointless.
Her life had been disappointing.
She never achieved her dreams.
Her love life had been a disaster.
None of her relationships worked out.
Her mind was in tatters.
She felt like ending her existence.
Until a hungry, stray cat
clawed at her door begging for food.
She took the cat in,
fed it and cared for it.
And she felt the cat
was like the start of a new life.
Inspired by how much
she liked having saved the cat,
She got a job at an animal shelter
and loved working as a caregiver for animals.
And found fulfillment in her work
and in her life.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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