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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Days passed and still we did not take him I was angry at everyone and stayed near his side But one day he had disappeared My heart skipped a beat as I searched the whole house Calling his name despondently Finally I heard a faint meow… I found him under the couch…. He was alive!!! Pentecost, the great and faithful… Laying down on his side…still breathing… And with effort lifting his head to gaze at me.. Wondering if there was room for two..on the floor His eyes opened and closed slowly Staring back, I swallowed, never looking away I crawled half way under the couch and prayed “Please… please… don’t leave us…” I sobbed looking into his eyes He was so sad seeing me cry, yet calm And it seemed like he was meaning to say… “It’s okay, Laura… it’s okay…” I got up quickly as if the world was ending and got the music box, Came back down and played it for him I hummed feebly, hot tears coming down His head lowered resting tiredly on the carpet His paw reaching for me He fell asleep soundly as he laid his paw in my hand Soft, tranquil and cold Gently I closed my hand around him When I rushed home from school the next day That is when my mom stopped me to say he was gone He had taken refuge under the house Alone, he had found peace, In one of his favorite spots in the summer… Pentecost was gone… And the entire family grieved his absence Even my dad when he heard said softly, “Poor little guy”… When I turn on my music box I remember the happy year with Pentecost, I will never forget the smiles and laughs Damasked in his charms, his light remains So young he died, but forever he will stay As the music faithfully chimes “It’s okay Laura…it’s okay…” ~Dedicated to Pentecost, a faithful and furtive feline with a heart of gold~
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