Shhh now child it's all right. The sun will come back. Running back to you purring. Bright happy eyes, fluffly little mane. The loudest purr with white little paws. With the most beautiful golden green eyes. It could be in two ways or one. That our sun will return to us. But either way, in person or dream. Maybe even both. She will forever be with us. No matter what happens. She's with us, our golden softly happy sun. Curling up on your lap or at your feet. Streching out next to the fire place or in a patch of sunlight. Shh now my child and sleep. Things will get better. Just give it time.