This is a tribut to Balja who passed on but will always stay a huge influence in my life. She was my best friend while growing up and the biggest reason why I became a vet.

So she said: I'll write you a song...
What will it be about? I asked
It will be there so you'll see happiness wherever you look, she said, and you'll hear it too.
How will you do that, I asked.
It will have a melody and verses and a refrain.
I will write the words and sing you the song.
How will you write them, my friend, I asked.
She stirred softly, leaning against me.
On the wind, she replied. On grassblades, on orange fire, on shafts of sunlight.
She stretched, climbed onto my lap and settled down once more.
And that's not all. You'll feel the song in warmth, you'll see it glistening in late afternoon sun or in sleep.
You'll smell it in sunshine and cloud and I will sing it to you myself.
How will I know that you are singing your song to me, I asked.
She turned her head and smiled.
You'll know, she said.
And then I heard it.
It was in the sun, as she lay in its warmth, or when she sat in the glow of orange fire that reflected gently off her.
I saw it in the grass when, in a breeze, she settled like a white rose in the green blades.
I saw it towards the evening as golden shafts of late sun softly alighted on her, and when, like a cloud she curled up in sleep.
Those are the verses.
And I smell it on her, on sunny days and cloudy.
That's the refrain.
There is happiness whenever she sings her song.
And I hear it too, in a word, a creak, a buzz or a rumble.
And now, as she purrs, and her blue eyes smile, and her whiskers bristle, and her Siamese fur is soft, warm and fragrant, I hear it clearest.
It is a sweet, sweet melody.
Sing my friend, sing on.
Balja, it is the best song I have ever heard!