the cat now sleeps upon the book;
the book upon the table lies –
why read a book
when i know that it lies?
i have a blanket for the cold —
the cat now kneads the blanket, so
who needs it worse?
the one who needs or kneads?
my grandson says that
captain america is
batman.
the cat never makes that mistake.
i talk to the cat about
why it is that
the music of william schuman
speaks to me as it does –
the cat offers
no answers
i miss the dog,
who just died,
for she was real —
i have no cat,
i haven’t for many years
my last cat lived 21 years
our dog lived 15, which
for a golden retriever
was getting up there
i write this because
the house seems a lot emptier
and
i know no other way to face it
Awww, I’m sorry. There’s no logical way to deal with the passing of a 15- or even 9-year old furchild/friend/innocent who lives so unconditionally with us as long as he or she can. Absolutely none.
The house seems so strange without her.
Aw, she’s lovely. I’ll bet doggie heaven seems strange without you.
21 years is a huge part of your life ! You are doing well to write this.
Thank you. We have been fortunate or blessed to have pets live so long.
She was such a sweet animal. Thanks, Mer.