Poems

Coco.

Ivory white fur
Marbled with colors.
Browns
and tans
and blacks.

Emerald eyes that shone
In the darkest of corners,
Kind of like the Cheshire Cat's.

Long thin whiskers
That tickled my face at dawn
Every morning.
And dainty fluffy paws
To pounce on.

Your meow wasn't as mighty
As your sister's,
Nor was your pur.

That's okay.
We loved you anyway.

One day, there was a lump
On your stomach.

"It'll just go away. Don't worry."

I picked you up one day,
all eleven pounds of you,
and noticed the lump had
doubled in size.

I thought you would live much longer.
I swore I saw it in your eyes.

I hung out with a friend that day.
We had the greatest time.
I came home and thought
Nothing of not seeing you at the door.
I went about my business
Not even realizing you were gone.

I woke up the next morning and saw a Facebook post.
You "lost your battle with cancer."

Or so my mom dares to say.

I think you could have lived longer.

But it's too late.

You're in your final resting place,
In the back of the yard,
Under your favorite tree
And the honeysuckle.
With a single flower on top
As your marker.

You were a beautiful cat, a great one.
You'll be missed, Coco.
Don't you worry.
You didn't put up with me for nine years to be forgotten.

Catch a bird for me, okay?

June 5, 2007 - July 20, 2016