Grief

He was soft

his fur shined

he loved to be scratched 

on his cheeks

Nuzzle into my hand

i felt his wet nose

on my thumb

The first thing I noticed

He would not eat

Then he would

I thought it was ok

He lost weight

his fur still shone

His skin was loose

he would still nuzzle

my hand

He was not ok

I could no longer

deny

hide from the inevitable

his fur started to fall out

the vet said

we can only make him comfortable

He would not

Should not

Suffer

There was nothing

to be done for me

I had to get it together

To make the last

trip

I wanted to give him

Something special

But he was done eating

He still curled on my

lap

He still purred

Nuzzled my hand

I could tell 

he knew

An IV in his arm

Us alone in the room

I had to say goodbye

Through my tears

I wonder if he knew

What was coming

But finally it was

time

He went to sleep

My heart shattered

Grief never ends

I miss his wet

Nose on  my thumb

His soft fur on my cheek