all grey
facing mortality, with an aging pet
Slowly turning,
Quickly weakening
how can something so precious and delicate give in to such a thing.
Physicality changing,
Ever before my eyes
Without realizing it myself,
That I am too.
All
The joy love I have to give,
For not one moment gone amiss.
My heart,
My soul
Crumples with each second passing
With realization that one day
There will be no more.
Time, slinking, sulking,
From corner to corner
Mouth foaming with what is the inevitable.
Hiding away from the reality
That quietly faces us both.
To grip my throat, and
Suffocate me to no end with long slender freezing fingers.
Drifting into nothingness,
Except for a hope to find you,
On the other end.
In between the cosmos,
Screaming into nothingness
gasping with futility to be comforted by your gravitational pull.
Waiting, patiently.
The worms start to squirm,
Making room for more souls
To rest in the calming hands of the earth.
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You do what you can with what you have. Tight hugs for no reason, rolling and being silly with each changing season. Big kisses and scritches that make their tail wag with joy. Just being present in a room with nothing but the thoughts of just you and their favorite toy. Hold them close so that even from afar, they are always there, right in your heart.