I did not know how or when,
But I knew it would come
...this winter.
Were wonderful and sweet.
And I would not have done itAny other way.
I have no regrets.
She did not suffer.
I have no "I wish I had done it sooner" complaints.
I will cherish our last days together forever.
She was very special indeed.
The last day we enjoyed together
Was spent listening to soft Christmas music
And hearing the gentle ticking
Of the grandfather clock.
Of the grandfather clock.
And I would stroke her once soft lustrous fur
Which had become dull, thin and matted.
She would softly purr and nudge my hand
Or curl her little paw around my finger.
As I sat and laid with her
All that last snowy day and throughout the night,
I mostly watched her peacefully sleep,
And wondered if she was dreaming
of being.....in Heaven.
The sound of the grandfather clock's
Ticking was no longer soft.
Each sound now so ominous and deafening:
...Reminding me of how each minute of life is so precious.
...Wishing time would just stand still.
...To give me one more day to spend with her.
...Reminding me how the time had come.
Now the house, once a home,
Has lost its warmth.
The fire burning in the fireplace could not replace
The warmth that has been lost.
For it is not complete without the
Glow of the fire upon her face.
The house feels empty now, though it is filled
With the love of Christmas this holiday season.
The tree is lit, candles are burning...
But my special little friend is gone.
She is what made it home for me.
In memory of Pansy, one of the best cats ever...
04/09/89 to 12/13/10
One of the very last days.....
The last day.....I miss her just as much now.....if not moreso.....than I did at that very moment |
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