To Baskins

You died on a Thursday. I knew you were sick but didn't know this would be the day. When I saw how skinny you were and how tired you looked, I knew it was time. Your poor little body had given up on what your mind and heart would never have. 

I sit out at your grave a lot. I'm trying to make it so pretty for you. Lots of flowers and sunshine in the morning and shade in the eve. There's still much to be done but it is the perfect place to have laid you to rest. 

I miss your meow. Your soft and gentle but heavy paws climbing up on my side to sleep on me in the middle of the nite. I wish I could have held you forever in those final few hours together but I will always feel you in my heart and soul and am at peace knowing you are alive and well somewhere over the rainbow where your ailing body can hold you back no more. 

There's not many memories I have left without you in them. You were Momma's rock, my soul companion for so many years. We weathered so many storms together and you sat on my lap and licked my fingers and caressed my arms thru all of them. You were all that Momma needed to see on some of the hardest times that life dealt me. 

I will miss your sweet face, those beautiful eyes, and endearing purr box when you were relishing in my love for you. I know that you are in a better place and although you're no longer by my side, you will always live on in my heart. So long my sweet gurl. Until we meet again, I love you, Momma. 

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