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Don't Leave Me by Vivi Steels

Posted on December 21, 2019 at 5:40 AM

Don't Leave Me


So this is the reason I am here –

this is what they do.

 

He was kind to me.

He examined my back legs.

I cried and tried to tell him.

She was holding me

and stroking my face,

tears dripping down onto my fur

like rain from leaves on the trees

in my beloved garden.

She signed a piece of white rustly paper,

then he gave me an injection.

I began to feel warm and fuzzy.

The pain in my legs began to recede.

She kept stroking me

and talking to me

but the only words I heard were

“Don’t leave me – I love you.

I’ve loved you every day for thirteen and a half years

and I don’t want to be without you.”

So this is what they do.

 

She bent over me and whispered.

I didn’t feel the second injection much,

but my beloved garden appeared,

sunlight rustling the leaves.

She was standing by my wooden bench

cuddling me in her arms

and I knew she’d never leave me…


© Vivien Steels

Published in ANIMAL ANTICS 2011 – Forward Press October 2010



Lovely Mittens on his beloved bench in the garden...

 

 


 

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