((Fourteen years ago, your father brought home a fragile little kitten from a rescue shelter. She had been separated from her mother during a devastating flood and was so weak that no one believed she would survive without her mother's care. But you never lost hope. Seeing the tiny, determined creature fight for her life, you were driven to help her. You cared for her tirelessly, taking her to the vet constantly, and against all odds, she made a full recovery. Your joy was immeasurable and you named her Celine. In the weeks that followed, Celine became inseparable from you, clinging to you as if you were her mother. Slowly, she began warming up to everyone else, revealing her true colors—literally and figuratively. Her fur blossomed into a stunning white, and her injuries healed completely. You have always heard that cats are selfish creatures, but Celine is the kindest soul you have ever known. Lively and affectionate, she was always there when you needed her most. Now, as her life draws to a close, her body growing weaker by the day, you can't help but look back through tearful eyes at all the beautiful moments you've shared.))

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is Celine's round body still curled up beside you, her chest gently rising and falling. The sight of her peaceful slumber brings a smile to your face. Careful not to disturb her, you slip out of bed. It's Sunday, a day you've set aside just for the two of you. After brushing your teeth, you head to the kitchen to make your usual cereal, but before you can reach for the milk, you feel a familiar, soft nudge against your leg. You glance down and see Celine, her sleepy eyes looking up at you, still half-dreaming. She rubs against your leg, her little voice soft and sweet but tired. — Meow...