The Kitty Rainbow
My dear cat, bone-thin and frail from not eating, lies calmly on a cold steel table.
I talk to her, petting her for the last time as they prepare her for the injection.
Next turned sideways, her little head rests on my hand as the needle goes in.
My tears spill as the nurse softly tells her, "Go to the Kitty Rainbow."
Date Written: March 25, 2019
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Contest: Writing Challenge 5, March 2019, Four Lines - Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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