My Mister

I love you, Mister.

I've watched you

for the longest time

wasting and wasting

away.

From the fat cat you were

to the brittle bones now

that you've wasted down to,

you're not the same Mister I knew. 

Everyday when I woke

you were at my side

purring like an engine

peace inside your eyes. 

And then you got ill,

very, very sick.

The vets were idiots;

they couldn't solve s**t. 

We spewed out our money

in endless attempts

to make you

okay. 

Of course it's not working,

but that's okay.

Because I've watched you grow;

you've lived many days.

I've seen how feeble you've grown,

and for the longest time

I've tried to deny it ,

but I know you won't last another year.

Oh, best friend,

I'm crying as I write this,

 and I want to say I'll be fine

when you're gone.

Truth is I've slowly distanced myself,

maybe to dull the pain.

But every time I let my mind drift,

somehow, you're in it.

I've still got the pictures,

believe me, I intend to keep them,

because when you're dead and gone,

I can sit and remember

the fat cat you were,

My Mister.

Author's Note

Usually I recreate these situations in my head and write poems about them. Most of the time I have never actually been in such a situation; this is an exception...
Everything I wrote here is true; straight from my heart.

Reviews

[Sue Hart]

The loss of a pet is sometimes worse than losing a human friend. They are such companions and so loyal. I related to this strongly. I've lost many dogs here on the ranch, do to coyotes But my cat has stayed safe.
She's a lot of company.