Some cats come into your life so quietly, yet leave a space that feels impossibly big when they’re gone.
Meet Eddie Boy.
He first showed up in my balcony in the summer of last year, tiny, fragile, and probably less than two months old. From that moment, he became part of my little world.
I already have five cats of my own, but my balcony has always been a safe space for others too, my balcony cats. I built a small shelter there where they could rest, eat, and feel safe. I always tell them,
“One day, when I move into my own house, I’ll bring you all with me.”
Eddie Boy was one of them, sweet, playful, and brave. I even called the fire department once to rescue him from the neighbor’s roof because he couldn’t find his way down. That’s how much I cared about this little boy.
Then one day, he didn’t show up.
I waited.
Every day, I kept his spot ready, his bowl filled, his blanket untouched, just in case he’d come running back. But the days turned into weeks, and now it’s been almost five months.
I like to believe that Eddie Boy was adopted by someone kind, someone who saw the same gentle soul I did. Maybe he’s warm, safe, and loved, and that thought brings me peace.
Writing this still makes my eyes tear up, but love sometimes means letting go, even when it hurts.
Wherever you are, Eddie Boy, I hope you’re home.
I miss you, my balcony baby. 🐾💛
