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I kept my Patches living with medication and trips to the Vet for a year.
But, I did not mind because I loved her so much. She had cancer and would
die.  I put that in the back of my mind and enjoyed each day I still had left 
with my precious girl.  In time, she became frail and fragile. Her bones were
stiff and brittle and she had trouble walking but she never missed her litter
box.  She was a real good girl.  Then, one weekend, things changed she was
shaky and weak, and I could see her days in this world were tenuous. And 
often she cried out in pain, so I held her in my arms all that long weekend.


the birds were singing
              with beautiful melodies-
                           but  d e a t h  was knocking


On the Monday, I tenderly carried her to the Vet and he told me the truth.
It was immutable. He was firm that the time had come to do the right thing.
Oh, it was a formidable decision, so difficult and daunting but I made it with
great love to end my beautiful cat's suffering.  We were led to a special room,
it was quite nice and comfortable.  They took Patches away and I wept, alone.
Then, they brought her back wrapped in a blanket and placed her in my arms. 
There was a short interlude, a respite, a pause and it was just me and my cat.
I told her over and over, how much I loved her and to my surprise she purred.


the little fur ball
              was sleeping sound in my hand-
                             the  c l o c k  of time clicks


She went peacefully, and I held her until the Vet came back for her.  I let
her go.  I was devastated, my heart shattered, bereft and stripped in my
soul.  It was a, slow long walk home with an empty heart. A friend made me a 
colored pencil sketch of her and it is a wonderful drawing. She was a shy 
cat, so timid and so bashful and he depicted her demurely.  A few cats since,
then and I know another day like this will come and it will shatter me again.
I keep her drawing on the wall of my bedroom and I look at it every single day.
Perhaps, I should put it away, I let go of her body but she is still in my heart.


this is the high price
                we pay for eternal love-
                           and  o u t s i d e  birds weep

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October 21, 2017

Haibun/In Memory of Patches
Copyright Protected 2017, ID 17- 95-1336-0
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