By Marie Anderson
You’re sick, and there’s no cure.
My wrinkled hands cradle your head. I could pray, but to whom? I don’t know if you can believe. I stopped believing decades ago. I do know you like it when I sing, so I murmur a song I wrote just for us: You are the sun who melts the icy hush and lights a sweeter path beyond the rush. You are the sun who warms my climb out from the valley of lonesome time.
The doctor enters. As he slips the needle through your matted fur, you give me a parting gift. You purr.
Crying. I miss my kitties.
Wonderful writing great twist at the end.
So sweet and beautifully written.
Love this & how it captures such a truthful & authentic moment of love & loss…also the title!
Our fur babies are so treasured. So hard to let go of. This piece captures that! Well done
Moving and authentic. The ending is bittersweet and delivers an emotional gut punch.
Brought tears to my eyes.
Great job capturing such a powerful scene in just 101 words!!
Oh, this hit home. I’ve had to send my kitty over the Rainbow bridge…
Nice twist!
From the poem Waiting at the Door:
So please be brave without me,
one day we’ll meet once more,
for when you pass the Rainbow Bridge,
I’ll be Waiting at the Door.
Short but sweet, captures the experience well. Nothing prepares you for putting down a pet.