Category: Writers Block
Ok, here's a darkish little thing I wrote to my cat Stalin who i hve had to put down a few weeks ago...
It was hard for me, simply because i've never seen anything dead before...and i've never been close to anyone who's died in my life.
The vet was write when he told me that i'd never truely replace her, i could get another cat, but i'll compare them to her.
She was a fantastic cat for so many reasons.
She had this system of meows which told me what she wanted because i couldn't see her...it was fantastic how she adapted.
Calve the stone with love and light,
Work it till it's right.
Dig the whole both deep and narrow,
Two at the head, and two at the feet.
Two at the head, and two at the feet.
Just as we always have done.
With those before and those to come.
I didn't watch them slip, i didn't watch them fall.
I never saw their slow demise.
Only stood outside an old mountain church and sang folk songs.
Pointless?
Now it's my turn, no matter what i do,
I can't escape it.
It comes in the needle, it comes in the sleep.
Death, a cold, clean enemy on a slab.
And his chosen has no words, no final thoughts.
She just slips into oblivian.
So how can i know?
Alone in a room with a corpse.
The corpse of my friend.
Pale green eyes half open,
they draw me.
Fix me.
6 feet under and i still see them,
A reflection in a reflection.
A trick of the light.
A ghost disappearing round a corner.
And I know I will never replace her.
Oh sweety, I know that had to be hard for you. We still grieve over our cat Amber whom we had to put down a few months ago. That was well written. Its so true, though. Tight hugs. I'm here if you need me.