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Today marks a month since my dear Mintleaf's been home.
Wherever he is, he still has my heart with him out there,
heart that I haven't really been able put into anything or give anyone without him.

He was more than just a cat, he was my partner, my son, a part of me.
I had taken him in at the time we both needed each other most. No cat could fill his place in my heart.
I'm still a cat person, but I've never been able to love any cat as much as I love him.

He's grown from a mewling kitten to a strong macho one, a survivor, a warrior at heart;
I can only keep praying that it's been enough to keep him going.
I wish I wasn't away so much, that I got to spend more time with him and at least have a proper goodbye.
Now that I have time, I don't have him.

They say loving is letting go, but how do I let go if I don't know you'll be alright?
Torn between Hope and Grief, all I want to know is that he's alive, and that he's okay.
Perhaps he's doing well in the wild, found a new family or on his way back home.
Oh dear son, I'm ready to run to you, run for you, at any instant.
Just send me a sign, something, someway I can know how and where you are.
Until then, I'll be right here waiting.

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Today marks a month since my dear Mintleaf's been home.
Wherever he is, he still has my heart with him out there,
heart that I haven't really been able put into anything or give anyone without him.

He was more than just a cat, he was my partner, my son, a part of me.
I had taken him in at the time we both needed each other most. No cat could fill his place in my heart.
I'm still a cat person, but I've never been able to love any cat as much as I love him.

He's grown from a mewling kitten to a strong macho one, a survivor, a warrior at heart;
I can only keep praying that it's been enough to keep him going.
I wish I wasn't away so much, that I got to spend more time with him and at least have a proper goodbye.
Now that I have time, I don't have him.

They say loving is letting go, but how do I let go if I don't know you'll be alright?
Torn between Hope and Grief, all I want to know is that he's alive, and that he's okay.
Perhaps he's doing well in the wild, found a new family or on his way back home.
Oh dear son, I'm ready to run to you, run for you, at any instant.
Just send me a sign, something, someway I can know how and where you are.
Until then, I'll be right here waiting.