Lips press your head.
A whisper tells my love.
Your claws squeeze my fingers
just to show you're there,
holding my hand.
Memory floods
my eyes. I gasp my sobs
to breathe you in and hold
you inside my heart,
remaining always.
The empty place
where you once slumbered
is barren and flat like
the Earth would be after
the Destroyer comes.
Kitty daughter,
my only child,
they all say your life was long.
Why was it so short?
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me (us) they never knew a day that were not unconditionally loved. that is the way that God loves us. that is our road to immortality. And I believe that any creature human or other wise that is so so loved is somehow with God in happyness.
Meryl, tell your son he should tune into his cat as much as possible and try to find out if she wants help passing (being put to sleep) or if she wants to tough it out.
I had very good communication with my cat that I'd developed because I believed she could understand a lot of what I said and persisted in trying to communicate. She let me know rather emphatically that she was going to die in her own time, at home, and that is what she did. (I offered to take her to the vet when she was getting close, but she got mad at me.) I've written an article about this experience, but it's currently entered in a contest, so I can't publish it on Gather.
Good poem.