A small. Soft. Sad little ball.
Turning your eyes up to meet mine,
the only movement you make.
Too frail.

Your sandpapery nose
Breathes a ghostly breath.
Your last icy kiss.
Too frail.

Little restless tail lays still,
Yearning to twitch with excitement not pain.
It’s your last day I think.
Too frail.

The vet said it’s rare.
The body that housed you
Is letting you down.
It’s too soon for this.
Too Young.

I love you so much.
My heart.
In pain.
It’s my last chance to hold you.
Sleep well.