Sitting at my desk,
I feel the gentle flick
of a furry tail brushing my leg.
Both cats have always liked
to get my attention that way.
But the one who is still alive
lies across the room
in front of the heater.
He hasn't stirred all evening.
So I know who.
As I clean the kitchen bench
close to the time for cat dinner,
right above the spot of floor
on which that dinner is served,
I hear behind me a tiny mew.
I recognise it. Enquiry.
Encouragement. The nightly
reminder (as if I would forget).
'Yes, babe,' I say,
'But you're dead.'
'But you're dead.'
Beautiful words Rosemary. Didn't I tell you that she's still around. But then you already knew that. Glad to hear Freya is making her comforting presence felt, cats are very good at that, even from Spirit.
ReplyDeleteYes, and dogs too. They always seem to hang around for a while.
DeleteOh Rosemary, how i love this. I remember a morning soon after Pup died, when I felt his snout on the edge of my bed and heard him whuffing, the way he woke me every morning......I thought it was Jasmine, but when I opened my eyes, she was out in the living room. Floods of tears........I love that Freya is still around.
ReplyDeleteOh, thanks for sharing your own lovely story! It makes me smile.
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