His eyes were yellow

I am not ready
To love and hold you only
In old memories

-—

Loss is so wretched
It seems a wonder we can
Still love after it

-—

If it seems silly
To grieve a cat so — just know
He let me love him

-—

His eyes were yellow
Carved from a sun still youthful
They shall see no more

A long time ago, I thought I did not care for cats — or for pets of any kind. As soon as I opened my heart to the possibility that I was wrong, you came into my life and began to show me just how much it was possible to care after all.

This is a gift beyond words. Thank you, and goodbye, my sweet boy.