Mittens

Tue, 04/30/2013 - 23:21 -- astubbs

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60175
United States
41° 57' 28.8612" N, 88° 23' 30.8508" W

Mittens
By: Abby Stubbs

I can call back
the day I saw her dead solemn body
the ooze streaming from her mouth
the dazed look in her skinny slimy fur gave off
the cry of her dying
I can call back
the blood
that gushes out while her kidneys collapse
that runs down the now gooey fur of her once silky coat
that cries her sudden disappearance
I can hear
the loneliness of her sudden cries
I can see
the dark mat at which her dead body lays
I remember
her blue sickened eyes look up at me as she takes her last breath
I know
she is happier now that she is not in pain
how her death was a tragic loss for our family
how she felt
the sickest ever having, everything spinning, her life slowly dying
her soul will live on
to the day I die and even then I will live through her love
I can feel
the gooey mane I was stroking dying
the motionless orange yellowish golden mane dying
lying still as if it were never born
as if it were a carcass
the shock of the substance bubbling through her veins
like a snake snaking through her veins
as If were dead
I know
the needle was snickering through this as if it were a game
my kitten would never come back
I know
she was cutie in pain
she was a lot of fun
she was a messy kitten
I know
she was playful
running back and forth in our toy bins
she was little and young
she was one soul
that kept me going
she will live on
she will never die
she is here!

Comments

astubbs

This poem was inspired by me loosing my beloved Mittens to kidney failure.

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