This is a poem about when my cat was still alive, but suffering from hairballs.
|(For both of my recently buried cats)
I was talking to my cat
When she was feeling sick.
I told her that I loved her,
And that I'd do my best
To make her pain go "SCAT".
Purring, she gave my hand a lick.
My mom was watching by the door,
And saw the pain in my eyes.
She knew that I was feeling sad
And knew just what to do.
She came and joined us on the floor.
"She knows... when your loved, time flies."