Sunday, June 5, 2016

Gone

Gone is the weight at the end of the bed
The one that attacked our toes as we read.
Or just wanting to cuddle, she'd climb to the head
And curl up beside us whenever we slept.

Gone is the happiness welcoming me.
Gone are the pats on my hands or my feet,
Of her kissing my face or trying to eat
Things like paper or pen caps, as if those were a treat.

Gone is the sound of her morning alarm
Of climbing upon me, of using her charm
To get me to hold her, a warm little star.
Gone is the rumbling of rest in my arms.

Gone is a child of a sweetness so rare
That she got those who'd hate her to actually care.
It's hard to believe how much love you can share
With a creature who spends her time licking your hair. 


Luna passed away on November 1st, 2015. She would have turned 14 today.



3 comments:

  1. Aww. So, so sorry for your loss. It's clear that Luna was a very beloved addition to your family...

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