He had but one eye
But it bore into our hearts
Like a shooting star
This bundle of five month old
Gray feline fur called Smoky
And he became a charter
member of our family
He loved people and craved
attention,
A stranger to no one’s lap,
Gentle as a mother’s kiss
And for fourteen years of playfulness
We petted, he purred carefree
and content
Until Nature’s clock wound
down
When he slept away the day
Motionless as stone, too immobile
To even eat or drink
When the purring gave way to
gasps of breath
And confusion throttled his
brain
As the assault of age, cruel
and unstoppable,
Knawed away at his strength and spirit
But in his last moments of
life, he buried his head
In my chest as if to reassure
me before saying that final goodbye
A glint, however dim
Still glowing in his single eye
to tell me
It was all good, my friend
It was all good
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