poem of the day April 3 

The old cat died

I knew he would 

because he had

used up his last cat life

The big number 9

when I saved him

after the old cat

had slipped into

the toilet bowl

and could not get out

If I had been 10 seconds later

he would have drown

Intuitively knowing he 

was on borrowed time

the old cat embraced 

a most peaceful 

wonderful happy death

After saving him

he stopped eating

then a few day later

the old cat

stopped drinking

but he never stopped loving

or being loved

All of us held him 

to say goodbye

He was content, purring

till the very end

Spending his last 

sunny afternoon

sunny himself

in the warm sun

I was the last 

to see the old cat

still alive

When I went to bed

I rubbed his third eye

and told the old cat to 

follow the light

He looked up at me knowingly

with his crossed eyes

The next morning

the soul of 

the old cat was gone

but his body 

left behind

had one giant smile

bigger than an old Cheshire cat

We buried him next

to the stone lion 

where he loved to sun

rest in peace 

Diego

the old cat

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