Once, I had a cat. He was a young skinny black and white cat that I rescued from the street and called Neko. This is funny because at the moment I thought was a name purely invented by me. I was thinking in a short name with a K in it. I love the letter K when is part of a name and I don’t know why, but it’s so. Years later I learned by chance that Neko means cat in Japanese.
He was a common European shorthair cat. You can came across them on streets and parks and also see them on windows and balconies because they’re domestic, part of many human families. There are cat galore in this part of the world. But he was my beloved and gourgeus Neko, no other one all over the world. I was sure I could find him among one hundred black and white cats like him.
I'm sure that you will meet him in a future life. I don't remember who said that our pets will be first, who meet us in the next world. Cool text, best wishes!