It Was Nineseventeenpm

It was- nineseventeenPM on sunday and I had been checking on you all day but this time something was different your breathing had slowed not long now, I thought but the night dragged on and still you stayed oh, what a fighter ... what a will to live what a strong heart you had I sat beside you hoping my being there was a comfort oh was that a purr so faint will remember that forever I told you how much I loved you (did you hear, my beauty) it was nineseventeenPM when I knew that there would be no tomorrows no sweet meows ever no cuddles at night under the covers it was just a matter of time I held you in my arms in that last moment and felt your life leave and I held you and HELD you till the birds sang of dawn and all the while I sang you a lullaby over and over I buried you- in your favorite garden place, my beauty now rest in peace for you suffering is over and you have flown away to Heaven I am shattered, broken in a million pieces oh why do these little creatures come and take a piece of us when they die why . . . and all I do is cry _________________ June 21, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/It Was NineseventeenPM Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1033-839-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.