Spring will come again

A woman was diagnosed with a terminal illness at a very young age. At a very young age, she went to the animal shelter and a cat caught her eye. His fur was matted, and his eyes were downcast. The shelter worker said. “He's not going to live long, but would you still like to adopt him?” The woman laughed. “I don't think I'll live long either, and I'd like him and I to have a good ending.” I brought her home and named her Spring. I thought spring would be the last season I would spend. Bom was wary of me at first. She was wary of me at first, wondering why anyone would bring her home when she was so sick. The first time I fed her, she was still wary of me and wouldn't eat, but then my hunger overcame her and she ate. It was strange. Bom Yi ate all the food, but I was full. Bom Yi gradually lowered her guard and became like family. Little by little, she postponed her doctor's appointments. She wanted to be with Bom Yi for as long as possible instead of despairing over the results of the tests. One day, her neighbor stopped her. She was going for a walk with Bom. “Wow, you have a cat? I didn't know that~” “Oh, I just got one...” “Actually, I do photography, and you two are so cute, do you mind if I take a picture of you?”

My first photo offer. I agreed, figuring it was Bom-yi's picture, not mine. “Click-” “I have to go on a business trip, so I'll take the picture as soon as I get back. Thank you~” “Okay. Thank you.” After returning from his business trip, the neighbor knocked on the woman's door to deliver the photos as promised. There was no response, but the door he thought was locked opened. The neighbor cautiously entered and, in a panic, called an ambulance. The woman had collapsed. “Are you awake?” “Uh... did I fall down again?” “Yeah, I knocked on your door to give you a picture and you didn't answer, so I went in and you were passed out. “Oh...did you...did you...” The neighbor laughed and showed me the baby he was holding. Bom Yi's eyes were completely different from the first day. She looked like a child who could cry at any moment. “Bom, were you worried about me? I'm fine~” I reassured her. But inside, I was worried. If I died before Bom, how sad would she be? I thought. That evening, I had dinner with the neighbor. When he heard my situation, he told me that he wanted to open a small exhibition with photos of me and Bom. She said it was her dream to open an exhibition in someone's memory. I was overwhelmed that I, who was so ugly and nobody liked me, could make someone's dream come true.

I accepted the offer with a tear in my eye. Since then, I've taken a lot of pictures of Bom Yi. I wanted to record every little detail, so I filled my empty gallery with pictures of Bom Yi and me until I ran out of storage space. The neighbor who received the photos was very happy with them. March, when the flowers started to bloom. I felt it. Bom and I became more fragile. I spent more and more days in bed. On those days, Bom Yi cried, never a step away from me. Sure, she could have just meowed. But she knew. “You don't want me to go, either.” After that, there was more hugging, talked more, and I took a lot of pictures. One with spring and cherry blossoms in the background. One of Spring snoozing by the sunny window. And then... Spring went first. Without a word, silently. I cried for a long time. I cried until I was out of breath, and then I laughed. “Go ahead and take the seat.” She took Spring's little urn and went to the sea. The sun was setting, the wind was warm. That was my last picture A few days later The woman and spring were immortalized in a photograph. The exhibition went from very few visitors to no one at all, to word of mouth, to foot traffic. And someone saw it, and the heart of someone, somewhere, who is still hesitating to adopt,

warmed a little bit.