Our Farewell - 11-21-2007

In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?

Sweet darling, you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are

Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?

So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
Because my child, this is not our farewell
This is not our farewell
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11/21/2007
This is Punki Lewis. She's a precious sweetheart. She originally came to my family before my fifth birthday. Before my first dog died. She was always relaxed and easy going. She was my baby. Even as a little five year old I used to wrap her up in blankets and carry her around. I used to stick her in this dolly stroller and wheel her around. She was my teddy bear when I'd go to sleep at night.

She loved to sit in boxes, like many cats. She would sit in the dining room and speak with the birds, or do so on my bed. She'd care for me, come to me when I was sad and make me feel better. When I was happy she'd love me. My mother even said that this cat always looked up at me like I was her whole world.

I'm no longer five. I'm now eighteen, going on nineteen. At age five I did not understand death. At eighteen I know it too well. Having lost two dogs and two cats to it. And now? A third cat.

Yes, that's right. On November 21, 2007, day before Thanksgiving, I had to put my Guardian Angel to rest.

About six weeks ago we took her to the vet to get a cancer removed. Since then she had been acting odd. She no longer wished to eat and kept pulling away to be alone. A friend came over and we finally managed to get the cat to come back upstairs. But for the last six weeks we've been forcing food and water into her because in a matter of two weeks she lost over 6 pounds. That's the equivalent of a 300 pound human going to 56 pounds in a month. It was unhealthy.

Soon she became listless and too weak to move. Recently she began meowing in what can only be assumed as pain. To just save this cat's life with no promise that she'd even last more than a day... it was hundreds of dollars. And there was -no- absolutely -no- promise that she'd even live 24 hours. So we did what we felt best and put her to sleep.

But... My precious girl had died over six weeks ago.

It feels so odd now... The world is really carrying on without her... and I don't know... what to do...
I'm glad though that she's not in pain anymore...

I'd also like to thank Becca ( ~KirikaNoir ) For spending the day with me and keeping me happy for most of the day. Arigatou imoutochan. Arigatou gozaimasu.