my sister’s cat died in my arms.
my sister’s cat,
who she never fed.
who she never snuggled.
who she never loved.
my sister’s cat,
who i fed.
who i snuggled.
who i loved.
i didn’t cry.
i didn’t mourn her.
but my sister
she sobbed.
she grieved.
is this not the way of the caregiver?
caring until the time to care is over?
and leaving the owner to mourn?
May 23, 2024
May 23, 2024 at 11:31 PM UTC
my sister’s cat died in my arms.
my sister’s cat,
who she never fed.
who she never snuggled.
who she never loved.
my sister’s cat,
who i fed.
who i snuggled.
who i loved.
i didn’t cry.
i didn’t mourn her.
but my sister
she sobbed.
she grieved.
is this not the way of the caregiver?
caring until the time to care is over?
and leaving the owner to mourn?
it wasn’t my sister. and it wasn’t a cat.
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