We cried until our eyes were red
and his fur was spotted wet with our tears
His eyes were open
but he was gone
We had to say goodbye to old Boy kitty tonight, seventeen and a half years old. I had known him since 2009; my husband had known him since he was a tiny kitten. Yes. It was rough to say good bye. His kidneys were beginning to fail, he wasn’t eating anything, he had become a bag of bones, very quiet, subdued, just waiting…I know we did the right thing, but it is so hard to see my husband so sad, dazed, grief stricken, and it’s terrible to think about the empty place on our bed, the lack of cat hair (Isn’t it crazy? To actually miss the hair that had been annoying me?), no more warm cat waiting for a snuggle. Sad.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked us to write a poem backwards. What appears above is about as far as I could get in my exhausted and sad state. Maybe I’ll have the courage to write more, to fill in the earlier parts of the evening leading up to the moment of goodbye, but for now this is enough.
Farewell NaPoWriMo, until next year!