The moment I held this velvet heart I was instantly taken back to holding my soul cat Joey. I called him my black velvety because his fur felt just like the heart. He was my constant companion for almost 16 years. He crossed over the Rainbow Bridge May 18. I miss my boy more than words can say. A part of me went with him. When I hold the velvet heart close to mine, I close my eyes and imagine holding Joey again, stroking his glorious black velvety coat. Thank you for creating so soothing and healing.
