The origin of hope
Hope, you're getting older.
I want you with me during my prayers.
Hope, o soul of mine, and your story didn't begin once in North Carolina.
After Skeeter and Scarlett passed away, I dreamed of you 2 weeks later as a small white glowing cat. I was only 15 then
and I thought it came from the universe.
I was too young to understand
if it was from God. Even though you were a stranded kitten
on the road of North Carolina. through Susan, she took care of you and brought you to us when we were all in Missouri.
Two weeks after Skeeter and Scarlett
fell ill and passed, I had the dream of the white kitten in the backyard.
In less than a week, the surprise happened.
The gift.
It was you.
You are God's baby and you're the most intelligent cat ever.
You traveled cross country two times, especially with us, from Missouri to Danville.
I love you, baby.