Beloved Companions -Part 2-

To every happy memory, there are sad ones that hit just as hard And the sadness began when I looked at his side To see a large lump there I wasn't as worried as I should have been… Everyone thought Pentecost would be okay For our other cat survived a thing like this on her own She had bitten the lump off herself Puss oozing out…and she had healed with no problem This lump was different… I cringe because it was wrong for us to wait He began to grow thinner… his eyes began to look sad He no longer ran from the window to the laundry He no longer jumped into my dad’s lap for a pet He didn’t even eat, and that was one thing I thought he would never give up… Dreamy, but sad, I looked at him opening a can of his favorite meal I wished there was something more to be done for him I begged my parents to take him to the vet Because I sensed it would soon be too late My mother kept saying he would be fine in due time But in a matter of two weeks my mom surely knew And she was the one to say it… She said softly, “I think he’s going to die” I held him on the less tender side of his body near my bed Tears building in my eyes I didn’t want Pentecost to suffer… I wanted him to live life and be his happy self…