Some healing comes with a heartbeat and a purr
February 5, 2026
I sent them without wings, so you’d call them “cats”
February 15, 2026
They can’t name your pain, yet they find it, every time.
A head pressed into your hand. A purr like a soft “I’m here.”
T hey don’t ask you to be okay before they love you.
They just stay… and somehow, you do too.
