kismi

The Pink Juice

Though she wanted to hold on,
You could tell it was his time.
Please come with me, she asked.
The tears seemed endless.
She missed him already.
He lay on the table,
Unfamiliar with his surroundings.
His dear friend had been here just months before.
She was all too familiar with these surroundings.
Should she put him under first,
Or would it just be added stress for his last few moments?
A little shaved spot.
A little prick.
I watched the pink juice disappear from the tube.
He was gone within seconds.
"Just a few last moments," was all she asked.
I could see her through the window in the door,
Under the spotlight,
Crying with her head rested on his belly.
I did a little better this time, she said.
It will never be easy, I replied.

May your pure kitty souls R.I.P...