Cecil + Betty, a poem

[yellerpup]

CECIL + BETTY

He loved her dearly, deeply
He adored her with his eyes
When they drew breath they breathed as one
He would not leave her side.

He was small but he was plucky
And he counted himself so lucky
For the miracle of meeting the love of his life
And when she sighed her last at the quiet end
She left behind her very best friend
Who loved her still and with no less passion
But, for all his grief he could not cry.

How brave do you have to be to go on
After you’ve lost all you’ve ever known?
How much harder must your broken heart throb
When the ache cuts so close to the bone.

He thought he would never hear her voice again
But then one day, he did
And he felt a perfect sunbeam warm him
With joy as she urged him to eat and drink once more
He thought, “I don’t care if I ever eat or drink again, my love,
Having you is all I ever wanted.”
And as soon as he thought it she swept him up into her arms
His purr of bliss ignited a burst of whitest shine
In the perfect reflection of her smile so bright
That he had to close his eyes.

Soft cheek to silky fur
The rest together
Happy forevermore.

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

1. Awwwww - that's beautiful

Did you write that? It made me cry.

[yellerpup]

2. Thanks, yes I did.

Grief is really no excuse for bad poetry, I know, but it came to me in his final days. He would look up at the ceiling and meow for (seemingly) no reason. It would happen in different parts of the apartment, but he would call out to Above several times a day just before the end. I thought he might be hallucinating. Cecil came to me after his 90 year old rescuer-mommy passed away. He was neglected by her caretakers when she grew too weak to care for him herself, abandoned after her death and fed only every other day for several weeks before I heard of him. He was the sweetest boy. He liked and trusted me, but his first love was always on his mind. Godspeed, Cecil. Excellent kitty.