My sister’s cat Mercer has been sick and suffering for a while lately with some mystery malady, and his symptoms have thus far refused to explain themselves to his faithful veterinarian, so we’re in a watching, waiting and hoping phase. It’s sad and frustrating, and poor Mercer needs some serious respite from his ailments. I’m afraid I haven’t the skill to give him anything more palliative than the occasional pettings he allowed me to give him while we shared living quarters this summer. So I send out this little ditty to bring him good vibes of well-wishing long distance, as it stars the two most faithful fellow fur-babies who live or visit in his home, Ruffian the cat and Basil bunny.
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The End of Us is Not the End of All Things
Her bones are glass; the diamonds in her eyes
Now shining dust, yet still and otherwise,
Though time says that she must, she still decries
The need, opposes it by effort, will
And awful grief and rage at what would kill
Her body, spirit, mind and heart, until
She mounts the ridges of that final hill,
‘Til battle’s over and the victory won;
So while she harries them, Age sets her sun
A-fade, Time lets her hourglass empty run,
Approach the space where sleep and she are one;
The sands thin silently, passing to less-
Than-empty, right to utter nothingness,
In view but fading, to her pale distress,
Her winding-sheet already worn for dress,
‘Til battle’s over and the victory won;
Comfort she needs, yet I can offer none


