p is for pet, p is for pain…

He was my constant companion and I loved him above all other. When I tended the garden, he was my company. When I took altar, he took to my lap. When I would meditate, he’d cry (loudly) to try to distract as he was no longer the center of my attention.


The pain never leaves. Sometimes the other one sticks to my side. I think she is trying to ease me with her cute, she is the perpetual kitten and probably our last… she flourishes as the only one (p is also for princess). Still, in the dark hours, I feel his absence like a bloody black hole where my heart once was. And I cry.


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