Death of my Old Cat - A Poem of Loss
Wiping up the floors in the bathroom
So clean and disinfected.
I’m not sure I like it.
They were his things.
And he’s not there anymore.
Just trying to help out
Make it all right again
Before the old prince spent his final days
Spreading fluids on the floor
Sampling foods I pushed on him.
His good eye looked up at me
Or did it really?
I like to think as I held him
That he looked inside me
And saw my soul as I saw his.
His soul was pure and the kindest of any
Coming indoors, blending into
A feline clan that
Mostly pushed him away
Except for one shy cat and a dog
Resilient and trusting in my care
He peered inside, and saw the others,
And knew when to push
And when to just ignore
And sneak on by to come inside.
Finally on the couch beside me
Climbing up on a pillow
The old prince found his place
A sort of Hospice
For his last sweet years.
While maybe not appreciated
By the cats he came in on
They will love what's left behind
The gifts he could not touch
That I prayed would help him live.
All kinds of savory cat food
And even baby food jars
Cans of tuna and salmon
Sardines left in the fridge
All just opened.
It will hurt to even empty them
The cans to the other cats
Still reminders of him
Like the bathroom
That no longer has his pee pad.
I never knew you as a kitten
Prince Albert as a young one
Would it have been harder to lose you
If I had known you then?
Is that how it works?
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But you became royalty, my prince,
In just a few short years.
I was honored to care for you
To clean up after you
Just to love you for you.
So when you looked up at me
When I held you in the blanket
Ready to rush you to the vet
As you struggled for breath
I trust you saw me there.
God knows I will beat myself up
obsessed with questions
of what I could have done
to save you from leaving.
Life gets so busy.
Did I give you enough attention?
Did I miss something?
More checkups or treats
or more fattening foods.
I will torture myself.
So I avoid the clean bathroom
and the medicines on the counter.
The vitamins and dropper
and the pills that go untouched
as I go through my day.
And I won’t look out on the patio
Where you jumped up to eat
Safe from other cats--
Old loner that you were--
to your bowl on the table..
It might stay there for a while.
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