When sorrow struck, and hearts grew cold,
The weight of grief was hard to hold.
But through the tears and endless night,
There came a friend, with soft delight.
Nev, my Maine Coon, with eyes so bright,
A furry soul, a calming light.
With every purr, and gentle paw,
He helped to heal what life once saw.
His whiskers twitched, his tail would sway,
As if to say, "I’ll help today."
Through silent hours and quiet cries,
He stayed with me, a calm surprise.
No words were needed, no need to speak,
For in his presence, I’d grow weak—
With comfort, warmth, and love profound,
In Nev, a friend was always found.
Through every storm, through every tear,
He’d curl beside me, drawing near.
A bond so deep, so strong, so true,
A love from Nev, to see me through.
So when the world feels dark and vast,
I know with Nev, I’ll find peace at last.
For in his eyes, a comfort stays,
Guiding me through my hardest days.
