It's been slightly less than a year since I moved in my apartment. For about two months or so I lived completely alone. I both enjoyed and dreaded my solitude, for you see while my apartment was indeed mine, it was not my home.
Unbeknownst to me how true it would be I wrote myself a note on my bathroom mirror that said this, "The way to make a HOUSE a HOME is to put a little HEART into it."It was not until I brought my kitty Charity into my apartment that it became home.
I now have two hearts that connect me there, the other one being my black kitty Aisho (eye-show).
I have depression and anxiety, my two kitties have done much to help me with those. I always know that I can come home to two beautiful creatures who are perfect for cuddling and offer up a purr for the trouble.
There is really no end to the thanks I could give for those two ( and for my friends as well), I have truly been blessed.
