There are so many things
That we take for granted.
We think they will always be the same,
And there, just as they’ve always been.
When the time comes that they’re not
It jars our world beyond belief, beyond reality.
Why can’t the best be forever,
Perhaps it’s the best because it can’t, I don’t know.
Pets are extra special because they are there
No matter, no questions, no guilt, no blame.
Well, maybe a little.
How quiet and empty the house seems,
And no one at the door when I arrive.
You’d think reading the morning paper
Would be easier without
A big old cat lying on it,
But nothing will be easy for a while,
Now that Rosco’s gone…
Nov. 13, 2013