04/29/08
I thought tomorrow was to be the day I'd give death to my last cat, who has cancer. This haiku came bubbling up through the tears. I found GREAT comfort from chapter 11 in Susan G. Wooldridge's book Foolsgold. She poetically speaks of her experience with her Father's death.
I'm broken hearted.
Grief filled assistance is near.
Fairwell sweet kitty.
The trip to the vet turned out to be minor surgery instead of death. The vet stated "She is still way to happy being with you, her body is still holding up and she is not in pain" Yippee, more snuggles and purrrr time.
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