I have a little cat named Jenny, who often appears in my photos. Three years ago, on a day like any other, I opened my door and saw her in the stairwell—small, fluffy, and instantly heartwarming. With no one claiming her, I decided to bring her home.
At that time, I had recently lost my grandmother. It was my first experience of losing a close family member, and I was grieving deeply. I felt that Jenny must be a gift from my grandmother, sent to comfort and accompany me.
After leaving my job, I spent more time at home, and whenever I took photos, Jenny would always find a way to sneak into the frame. The longer we spent together, the more we seemed to understand each other. It was as if she knew I was photographing her, often positioning herself perfectly, posing playfully for the camera.
So, Jenny became a frequent star in my home decor photos. It wasn't something I deliberately planned; she was my perfect little model, and our photography sessions became a way for us to bond and play together.
I am immensely proud to have such a wonderful cat. Jenny isn't overly clingy—she'll cuddle for a bit and then want to escape, often displaying a charming aloofness. Yet, when I'm feeling down, she would come and nuzzle me. During late-night work sessions, she was always by my side at the computer. Every time I came home, she would be there at the door, watching me, only to nonchalantly walk away once I entered.
Our relationship was one of mutual respect and companionship.
Jenny taught me many things. She loved sunbathing, feeling the breeze, and watching birds. She always found the coziest spots in the house. She didn't need to be overly obedient; she had a touch of pride and knew how to express her feelings directly. Gradually, I learned to live more like her.
I truly loved her, and she loved me unconditionally in return.
After three years of companionship, I never thought I would lose her so suddenly. That night, she played with me in the living room for a long time. Before bed, I saw her lying by the fridge, her favorite spot because of the cross breeze from the windows.
On the morning of September 10, 2023, I woke up to find her still lying there, but she was no longer moving. It was so sudden, with no warning signs. I read that blue and white cats are prone to heart issues, but to this day, I don't know the exact cause.
My little cat was so considerate, never giving me any trouble, not picky about food, always seeming healthy. In the end, she spared me the pain of seeing her suffer, leaving quietly and peacefully, forever staying in our home.
During that period, I couldn't bear to stay home for long. Picking up my camera, I found no cat intruding into my shots anymore.
Jenny wanted to teach me about love and farewell. Thank you, my little cat teacher.
