Sugarfoot . . . . . .19 years

Sugarfoot . . . . 19 Years


Sugar, your bones have grown fragile, and fine
and you rest on each step of the stair,
but your eyes are still kitten eyes, gentle and wide
as if age caught you up unaware.

You nibble your meals, you whisper your purr,
and then dream-doze the rest of the day.
Youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]re as light as a feather-cat, soft in my arms.
Oh, Sugar . . . .
sweet Sugar . . .
youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]re drifting away . . . . . . . . . .

This is really good!! and fills me with sudden sadness!

What a beautiful and touching poem for a very special cat.

That was touching.

There is always a need for kitty angels in Heaven. I have sent eight there in the last 30 years and I miss them so much.

that's pretty yet sad too