It's often filtered through my mind
That being; the death of my pet
My sixteen pound, male, tabby cat
Sits beside me, not his time yet
He has been my everything
Sixteen years he's been here for me
I nearly lost him, four times now
Those times were tough, insanity
I rescued him from a reserve
He was so tiny, but not now
He wasn't even two years old
He went missing, I don't know how
His collar caught on cedar branch
Lost weight for eight days, then slipped out
He was found staggering down street
Almost died then, without a doubt
He's not in pain, he's my kitten
I tell him often, he can't die
His legs are crippling up with age
Can't let him go, so tears I cry
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a POEM in any style about the DEATH of a PET, up to 20 lines maximum. e.g. eulogise your companion; describe your feelings; say goodbye.
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Author Notes
Tabby cat - he's peach and white with the tabby markings
reserve - rescued him from an Indian reserve, took kittens milk over to the place where he was cause the mother didn't have much milk.
He's almost died 4 times now so I figure he's got a long time yet. But I check him every day now to see how he's doing. Slow, but so am I
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