Introduction to the arrival of the cat’s death
You have been coming this way for over a year
And I know it has taken a lot from you
Moving so slow
But I cannot let you in just yet.
He is too weak to move from our bed
These last few days but he still purrs
When he’s aware we are with him
And you can’t come into this room.
I will bring him down to you in a day
Or maybe two
There is so little left of him and by the time
I lift him from the bed everything
That’s valuable will already be gone.
I have carried them down before you know
I will not leave you waiting
Any longer than it takes in the meantime
There’s coffee a piano some books to read
The chairs I know are not comfortable
Down here where you wait
This one hits home, Jeff.
Thanks, Bob. This guy’s been a real good companion.
It’s never easy.
I do understand.
I’ve come to welcome the creeping nature, though I shouldn’t, what with the discomfort that seems like suffering, at times. But with one who doesn’t seem to want to let go, and my own desire in that same direction, I think both of us are happy for the time together.
You get it.Thanks.
We went through this with our dog a little over a year ago. These times are rich with waiting and holding … Peace –
I’m sorry your kitty friend is suffering
Reblogged this on O at the Edges and commented:
Jeff Schwaner’s poem about impending loss strikes me hard today.
Hard. I’m in a similar state. But more watching my lifestyle die. I don’t know what will replace it. Thank you. I miss my kitty boys right now more than usual, too. Thank you.
this is totally wrenching but beautiful poetry
Thank you, Maureen.
So hard to watch our beloved pets suffer. We just put our cat to sleep (with us 9 years). I sang her a lullaby. Tonight we shall spread her ashes in the garden and I shall recite your poem out loud. Your post was timely. Thanks for sharing!
I am sorry to hear about your pet, but glad the poem was timely for you. To respect a companion’s life you have to respect the arrival of their death as well. Not always easy.