my silent therapist

Tom Lennon is my beloved cat. Although I wish I had a say in choosing his name, I love that his name represents the two people I love the most, my sister and my dad. This is only of the many reasons why he has become my unwavering source of comfort. Amidst the differing opinions, my cat ended up with the name Tom Lennon. My dad's nostalgia for the show Tom and Jerry clashed with my sister's admiration for John Lennon's discography, resulting in a unique fusion that pays homage to both their influences. When my mom got my entire family to vote to part ways with Tom, deeming him difficult and messy to care for as a family, I pleaded with them not to and am grateful I convinced them to let me keep him. No matter what challenges may arise, the comforting thought of returning home to Tom ensures a perpetual source of happiness in my life. There's something remarkable about how he intuits my emotions, knowing when I'm feeling distressed and in need of support. With a gentle purr and soulful gaze, he nestles onto my chest, providing a weight akin to a cozy weighted blanket. As I stroke his soft fur, the weight of my troubles dissipates, replaced by a profound sense of solace and companionship. Tom Lennon has become my silent therapist, offering unwavering support through his simple yet profound presence.