Heart of a Cat
That day your heart beat so fast.
Pressed against me, a tiny kitten
Squirming against restraint
Yet grateful for the warmth.
Lost, hidden in the darkness,
Emerging to the call of stranger.
As if you knew us even then.
For years you graced us with
A gentle nature, a sweet spirit.
So loving that you would purr
at just the caress of your name.
Opening your heart to a little sister,
who repaid the honor with licks
and cuddles, fur blended together
Eyes in blissful crescent kitty slits.
Sweet, polite even in decline,
Asking for food with the quietest meow
Hovering at the edges of illness
As we went on with chaotic lives.
Only as it was quiet again
Did you fade, stumble.
Even with help, leaving us gently.
Ignoring our tears with love
As your heartbeat slowed to a stop.
My only regret the elusive nature
of memory that can’t capture
the feel of your fur under my hands,
or the vibration in your purr.
But nothing of the sense of you
will be lost to us here,
As your loviness and happiness
Live on in our hearts, forever.
Poetry Friday is hosted at A Wrung Sponge. (Which incidentally, is how I feel.)