A Pathetic Farewell

It was a winter evening, the sun had to go early. I could hear the cry of our dear cat, his sunken eyes wished to tell a pathetic story, steps tattered and wished to say-''I am too exhausted to walk''. His broken voice reminded me the broken string of my heart that I played oneday, he hid the thick tears behind the curtain of his patheic joy as the water hides itself into the ice. I remember I fed him that last evening but who knew he would run away on a secrect way from the sweet garden of paradise to the world of Pluto. In the morning I did see the cat lying on the comfortable bed of ruthless death. I fetched milk to drink him. He drank unconsciously I supposed. When I called a divine call, the cat left his last breath Lifting his right leg as if blessed me that was incredible but credible. I paused for a while like a dead tree. It seemed the air lost its way, the sky lost its beauty, the sun forgot to shine up, oh, how pathetic it was! Today I can hear the sound of the spade and the ground they made a little room together for our dear cat, my father digged. I made his bed under the ground with my own hands. But I couldn't provide a single lamp for his dark room. He looked like Seamus Heaney's the tollund man. Often I dream our dear cat is alive and cheery, but Oh, in reality he is no more. Although he speaks a lot today such as a silent portrait hanging on the white wall. Ah, my heart aches!