Gamin Died Tonight

by Glenn Currier

In an instant
across the millennia
that separate our species
she flew into my blue eyes
and I into the green depth of her soul.

Four inches long
eyes barely open
abandoned by her mother,
we found her
in a rusty shed out back,
searched the Spanish language
and found her name gamin
gah-MEEN, street urchin.

Her new mother
rousing herself at 3:00am,
nursed her drop by drop
and loved her by heart
while I slept.

I know not why
she made me her soul mate.
But when one night,
gripped by the black terror
of a forgotten abuse,
I bolted from the bed
and she cried for me
from another room,
I knew we belonged to each other.

I will miss her nightly greeting
as I enter the back door,
the rub of her gray fur on my ankles
that beautiful little face
with eyes that penetrated
the dullness of my days
and mined the kernels of joy
lodged in a place
I managed to hide
from all but her.

Now 15 years later
the small emerald of her life
has been freed
and it is I who am lost and poor
in the beggarly streets of grief.


Author's Note: Revised from a previous poem

Posted on 11/22/2004
Copyright © 2021 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ann Krischus on 11/22/04 at 02:50 PM

i am so close to tears right now. our pets are such blessings and it's so hard to say goodbye.

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 11/23/04 at 03:34 AM

A really beautiful and heartwrenching poem for your dear cat...the love and emotion come shining through.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/23/04 at 03:49 AM

Great poem Glenn: It brought to mind our little ink black waif called Munchkin we rescued, the one that ran our lives for quite a few years...Charlie

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/23/04 at 01:13 PM

Beautiful tribute to a feline intimate! Poignant and bittersweet.

Posted by Charles J Hannan on 11/25/04 at 05:33 AM

Wonderfully written, Glenn...I love all animals and know the pain of losing one all too well.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/26/04 at 05:06 PM

these characters in our lives tug at the heart as no-other can. Fifteen years was how long we had out little dog, Angel, too. Beautifully written, and a rescue story that went so well. You keep her from ending, in your writing. Blessings.

Posted by Alex Smyth on 11/26/04 at 08:59 PM

Ahhhhh, poracita(sp?). My cat is nearing 10, and I love him deeply knowing how much I will miss him not many years to come. Your fine companion is winding thru the hollow places in your heart, curling around those bad memories as a buffer, like a purring little heat pad protecting you from the coldness of them. Perfect picture to go with the poem, thank you for sharing them both.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/29/04 at 12:43 AM

I'm not near tears, mine are flowing, remembering the death of Tana and the disappearance of Squirt not too many months ago. I am grateful for Tiger, who looks like Gamin, except for the green eyes. He has brought back that sense of unconditional love to me. (Alex) Pobracita Gamin, is playing with all the cats who have welcomed her on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge. She's not a street urchin anymore.

Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/01/04 at 09:57 PM

Well, what a beautiful tribute to your cat. I'm a cat-lover myself, and recently lost Scully. So I can relate to this feeling of grief.

Posted by Melanie A Bennett on 04/16/07 at 03:27 PM

Beautiful and heartfelt tribute to a best friend. I don't know what I will do when my cats and dogs pass on - they are my best friends.

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