Tigger
04/11/2004 01:58 a.m.
After writing and posting my most recent poem, my dear friend and companion Tigger, was hit and killed outside my home. It still seems unbelievable that he is gone. I catch myself going to the door to let him in, only to discover he isn't there, and remember that he is gone. In the middle of the night I will wake and reach out to pet him, only to discover an empty space there behind my knees where he always slept. No more am I woken in the night by him at my head nuzzling softly for attention, and it hurts... There is such a large void now not only in the bed, but in my life. Funny how much a part of my life he was. Often I have been alone here with only him for company. How many mornings he would wake me moments before the alarm went off for a bit of a scratch and cuddle, how much I loved those few prescious moments we would share. Funny cat, he would always try to put his nose between my fingertips and the keys when I would chat with certian friends...... He had a way of looking at me when he wanted something, sort of cocking his head off sideways as if I should have already anticipated what he wanted. He would sit on my computer table and reach out his paw, and place it softly on my lips, when I would be typing something sad. Often he would reach his nose out and give me a soft kiss, just when I needed it most. He was a beautiful humanbeing... More than a friend, Part of me seems to be missing now... Wherever you are Tigger.... I hope that you are as loved as I was while you were here with me. I love you..... I miss you..... I believe that you are in heaven, for you truly were an angel on earth.
I am currently Reflective
I am listening to Night Sounds
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