HE DIED IN THE CLOSET

SADNESS!

His life was beautiful
like he was, but cut short.
He was full of energy
that was never fully expressed.

He played and enjoyed
being with others.
He enjoyed some
games and tricks
played on him.

He was admired and,
to a degree, wanted by others.
He longed to belong as
a hand would touch his
warm soft body in jest.

Yes, he loved to be rubbed
but never rubbed back.

THEN,

suddenly he died
in the closet, the place
he spent most of his life
especially at night.

Yes, It hurts. I miss my
Persian Cat,
"BIG BOY."
I wonder how many
"BIG BOYS" are dying
in closets.
DO YOU KNOW?
Do YOU have one?