Angel comes into my life
Believe me, I got there and I thought I could not move on. Here I was. A widower at only 25 years old. It is so hard to move on when your spouse passes away. Louise knew she had to move on.Until one morning she was busy weeding and out of the bushes came this blonde-haired beauty of a cat came running out at me and I noticed right away that he had not eaten in quite a while. I look at the woods beyond my home and wonder if he had been living there for a while. If he was it was almost impossible for him to still be alive.
I sat beside him and realized he was blind in one eye but the eye was healed as if someone took care of him for a bit until his eye healed. i looked him straight in the eye and asked him how he had made it. He just looked up at me and gave a sad meow. I ran into the house and immediately give him some water and some chicken I had in the fridge. Louise knew there was something different about him. Just did not know what. Maybe you are just suppose to be someone special to someone. Louise decided that day to keep him. I guess you have a home now Louise replies. Angel looks up and gives Louise a happy meow. I think I will call you Angel.
small thing widower is for when a husband loses a wife. widow is for when a wife loses her husband .
Hi Patricia, I got a biography
vibe from this story. Anyways it moved me. One problem I noticed, you switched from first person (I) to third person (Louise, he, she) POV in between . This is a faux pas in fiction writing. I think a round of editing later the story sounds promising.