The Quiet Departure of a Friend

When the little calico
ends, it
enjoys the attention of the world.

The cat noses at all her
favorite spots and finds them fine
then she
rests her little head on my foot
so quiet
I raise her to my lap.

Her eyes bore dark and calm
into mine. We had a shadow of
this intimacy before but
never so deep.

What do we share?
Two creatures of earth,
weak and strong.
She holds me in her eyes
until she fades.


Note:

This has not happened to me yet. The poem is based on a conversation with a friend.