My cat of ten years, Bartok. A loving, cool cat, friendly and personable, rare to find in an old cat. I came home from work late today, and my mom tells me he's not doing good. That he(more) got very sick and he wont make it. My heart crushed, as I swung open the door to the garage to see him lying there. Laboring his breath, with the saddest, most pained look in his eyes.
He stared up at me, trying to force what seemed like a meow, except it was pained, he was hurting and I couldn't help. And I just looked through his eyes, and I could see the pain he was feeling. I could see into the sadness deep inside of him. I wished for nothing more than to understand my cat. For him to tell me what was wrong so I could help. So I wouldn't have to see him like that anymore.
All I could do, was stare into his eyes, pet his head, and tell him he was alright, tell him it was going to be alright. And he laid there, and looked into my eyes, and let out another pained meow.
In his last moments, looking through his windows, I remembered all of the good times, and I told him he was a great cat. That he was going to be okay. He looked through my windows and could almost understand the sadness in my eyes. And even though we couldn't understand each other, we could read each others souls in our eyes
I lay here trapped in a room for what seems like centuries. The room which confines me rests on top of an remote tower. There isn't any exits in this room, or at least if I wanted to remain in the realm of the living. My only freedom is(more) a single window, which settles at the edge of the room. I spend most of my free time by the window, gazing down till I can make out the fields below. What I would give to run free at least once.
"-ay," I heard a voice from below. The frame of a man stood before the tower. "What are you doing up there?" shouted the man. I looked at him to define his features but from here he resembles that of a half-ling. "Oh nothing, just trapped up here is all." I shouted back. "Do you want me to get you down?" He said. My chest leaped at his suggestion, "Yes Please!" I responded.
He circled the tower, panning for any possible opening. "I'm sorry, but is there any opening..." He said. "Oh.." I replied although I already knew. A few moments passed before he again spoke, "I-Is there anything you can throw down? So I can climb up?" I scanned my room for any form of a rope, nothing...but. "Kinda..." I said back.
"Great! throw it down, and I'll come and get you down." He said. I went to gather the lengthy 'rope' at his request, the thought of freedom made me giddy. I fetched the strands and hurried towards the window. "Will this do?" I shouted. The looked at the 'rope' inquisitively, "S-Sure" He said. "By the way, I didn't catch your name."
"Rapunzel!" I relied. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair." And at his request, I'd be free.