We said goodbye to my cat, Cleo, last week. She was 17 1/2 years old – so it really felt like losing a big part of the family. She was like my daughter, my wife, my grandmother, and my angry next door neighbor all rolled into one.
At the End of her Ninth
The click of claws, wail
proclivity for curiosity
feline force of will
mouths one last, silent
– © 2015, Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved
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