My ESC

 I have an Emotional Support Cat. She’s a feisty, energetic, tiny (but bigger everyday) calico. Her antics delight me, her racing around the bed wakes me (and I’m okay with that), her curiosity makes me laugh, and her purrs are golden. 

I still have a discolored, hard scar where my emotional non-support cat fanged me. What an excellent metaphor for life! Just because I labeled him as supportive didn’t make it so, sadly. Like anything which doesn’t fit, I had to pass him along. Good luck to the current family, and good riddance, Fang. I tried, it didn’t work, I moved on.

I asked my Creator for emotional support, and it was given to me, not just in the feline form, but in human form as well. Friends, current and from long ago, are there, lifting me up. My family loves and supports me. A fine fellow came into my life, holding my heart gently. My aura is glowing!

I live by myself, but I am never alone. I guess the truer statement is that my ESC is my roommate, but she doesn’t do chores. She knows where to do her business, though, which I appreciate! All I have to do is watch her play to put a delighted smile on my face. 

Sometimes, the ‘little’ things are massive, a few moments of joy elevate my mood for hours, and I am reminded over and over that all I need to do is ask the Universe, then be content in the Now. Every tiny Now is all I ever need and want, powered by the purrs of my ESC.