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12 March 2017

What I Never Told Anyone

I came home from a trip away
and my old cat was covered in fleas.
Why had no-one looked after her?

I sprayed her with pyrethrum,
then I thought: It's OK to breathe, 
but maybe it shouldn't go on skin.

So I took her to the bathroom
and washed it all off in the basin,
which she hated. 

After I'd dried her off, 
I put flea powder on her 
that we had for the dogs, 
rubbed it well in.

That was 36 years ago,
and I only found out today
it can kill cats. 
But I always knew I killed her. 

It took some weeks.
She got thin. One morning
she went outside and disappeared.
She was 18 then; my first and favourite cat.


This week, in the Writing Our Way Alive course, we are asked for Honesty.

7 comments:

  1. Ooooo. This is a toughy. Made me reflect on my sins.

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  2. It's breathtaking...so sorry, Rosemary...

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  3. Oh so very sad. We all have these knowings, the things we don't speak of. You are brave.

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  4. Oh, that is so very sad, Rosemary....

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  5. I have a similar story about how I think I unintentionally killed our dog with a small amount of mole poison buried in the yard. I'll never be sure but surer than you were for 36 years.

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    1. I thought at the time it must have been the pyrethrum, even though I washed it straight off again. Having finally written this down, I can look back now with some compassion for the young woman I was then.

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