In response to Linda G Hill’s stream of consciousness prompt Pat/pet/pit/pot/put and
Kristi Simpson’s invitation to her Six Minute Saturday Challenge
She pats my arm in a comforting way
But it merely makes me feel like a pet.
Anger in the pit of my stomach mingles
With sorrow, both stirring like soup in a pot,
As they put the coffin down. He was just a cat.
But still; he was my cat.
©scolpron2015
The loss of a pet can be mournful indeed. Nice write. 🙂
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I’ve never had one. I’m no good with animals. But I’ve got friends who told me of it. And it seemed dreadful…
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For some they are surrogate children… unthinkable to lose one, and yet people go into ownership knowing that they’ll probably outlive them. I haven’t had anything but birds and fish for a very long time. Tempting though to get a dog or cat… or snake. 😛
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