A Poem

There’s once in a blue moon I write a poem. I don’t know why, most of the time poetry is garbage and mine is no exception. However one night sometime around two years ago or so, I wrote a poem about something very special to me. I never titled it, and never said who it was about.

It’s hard to realize how close some things are
Especially when you sometimes look so far
You were always there for me no matter what
You were with me the whole way through,
Everything I went through I had you
I may have changed all through the years
But you loved me the whole time
No disguise I ever wore could fool you
You watched me changed and knew that I was the same
You know my deepest secrets and greatest fears
You know my darkest side and most annoying highs
You don’t even care though, how ironic is that?
We both don’t care it seems, even stranger
You just want to be close to me
Do you even care what I’m wearing?
Does it matter or is it all the same to you?
That’s how you act, and I guess that’s a lesson
Everyone should be learn to be like that
I hope you aren’t the last one I meet that way
I love you unconditionally. You are perfection.

This was a poem about one of the most important thing ever to grace my life, my cat Fifi. She didn’t make it through a battle she had with kidney trouble last month and she and I had to go our seperate ways. I’m never going to forget her as long as I live. She was very close to being 12 years old and saw me through a large portion of my life. She was always with me and I held onto her everytime I needed to and in 12 years, that’s plenty of times. I can’t do that anymore. I never felt such a sense of loss in all of my life before this, and she will be missed greatly by myself, and I’m sure some of you.

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Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all our special friends so that they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to perfect health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again just as we remember them in our dreams of years and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one thing – they each miss someone very special to them who had to stay behind when the beloved pet went away.

They all run and play toegther, but the day comes when one sudenly stops and looks up – the bright eyes are intent, the body quivers. suddenly she begins to run from the group, her body flying over the green grass, her legs hurrying faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. her sweet loving kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head and you look once more in the trusting eyes of your dear pet, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.

 

…I wish I could believe this were true.

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