• The wind blows softly somewhere distant.
    Over a furry body,
    Its fur moves with the wind.
    As it lies there, unnoticed.

    Back at home we call her name,
    "Kitty! Kitty dear!"

    One week later
    The furry body is there losing its pelt,
    slowly decaying.

    My parents tell me she's not coming back,
    I tell them, "I know..."

    Another week goes by,
    Some local cats come into our garage,
    Probably saying their last goodbyes.

    The remains of Kitty are just as good as the living animal.
    She had her fun and lived a long time.

    She was in pain, so she needed to leave.
    Doggie misses her too.

    I am happy to have her love me,
    For I sleep with her spirit at night.

    -True Story-