Sunday Afternoon

I cuddled you, soft and warm as always, but now so light and so still. No need for a leash any more. I whispered to you, explaining again.

You gave me a cat look. I gave you a human look, and kissed you.

The vet stepped closer. You laid your head in the crook of my arm and closed your eyes. The vet made an adjustment, and you slipped away.

I give thanks for your life. I give thanks for your being.

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3 Responses to Sunday Afternoon

  1. B says:

    Sorry for your loss.

  2. Fleming Rutledge says:

    Lovely and poetic.

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