Message To Darling

Oh, my Darling,

You've let yourself go.

How much we'd miss you,

You'll never know.

Perhaps it is nonsense,

Maybe you're just a mess.

Your burdens are calling,

They tug at your dress.

Such a shame,

The harm society can do.

We've all fallen in,

All the talk is never new.

But if you sing

Just to hear your voice,

The birds will listen,

They don't have a choice.

The Day I Lost My Best Friend

March 10, 2012.

Sheba.

She heard all of my songs first. She would sit and listen when I wanted to play her one or just when I needed to vent. She knew when I was upset and would come to snuggle. She also knew when it was time to wake up and time to go to bed. I don't know how she knew these things. Sandpaper tongue and wet nose. I was mildly allergic.

She stopped eating and using the litter-box. Kidney failure since she was 7 years old. She's 17 now; it won't change anymore. She couldn't even walk anymore. She was old; it was time. Even if I didn't want to believe it.

On the way back from the vet, my mother made a comment on how Sheba is now in heaven watching us. I looked out the window. Through my tears, I could have sworn I saw the shape of her paw in the clouds with the sun in the middle of it. I'm so stupid.

Sheba. My best friend.