Two days before Christmas, my beautiful and beloved cat died. She came into my life when she was three and stayed with me for 15 years. She was never anything, but pure sweetness, grace, and beauty.
Losing someone you love, regardless of species, is painful. Like any poet, I write a lot about this. In mourning the loss of a loved one, inevitably, we are reminded of others we have lost. We are reminded that life is merely a fleeting dance of light between two darknesses. We are reminded that the light in our lives are the people we love.
I wanted to write immediately, when my pain of loss was the sharpest. Self-therapy. However, I’ve learned that I only produce pitiful gibberish until I allow myself to just feel the pain and understand it. As I’ve grown, I’ve learned to be patient with myself. To be open. When the poem is ready, it will come.
Goodbye, Honeypuff. I will always miss you.
His Moon, Her Ocean 