Font Color=darkvioletcassandra Poem by Jane Meyer

I was lifting up the couch,
like I’d done a hundred times before,
but this time there were cushions,
on the other side.
I couldn’t bare the weight,
but I didn’t call for help,
‘cause my dad was busy with a game,
so I dropped the couch.
That’s when I heard the hissing,
but I didn’t know what it was,
so I sat there in confusion.
Precious seconds lost.
I lifted up the couch,
but I couldn’t hold it and check.
I called out to my sister,
but we’d just been in a fight,
so she didn’t give her help.
I stated my greatest fear,
and that got her to help,
and when she called out to my dad,
I knew my nightmare was confirmed.

We were rushing in the car,
as fast as the law allowed.
The only weeks old kitten,
held broken in my arms.
Every second filled with tension,
my shirt covered in blood,
her heartbeat slower, slower, slower.
Her eye wasn’t in the right place.
The blood was just too much.
Her breathing wasn’t right.
Her pulse unsteady, fading.

The worst was the look,
on the doctor’s face.
There was nothing he could do.
The people in the waiting room didn’t understand.
They didn’t know what I was going through,
as I sat there sobbing.
It was all my fault.
I could’ve shouted at them,
“Learn from my mistake,
because this can never happen again! ”

I didn’t ask for help,
when I needed it the most,
and it resulted in the loss,
of the life of one so young.
I could have prevented it all,
if I’d only done something as simple,
as asking for help.

Cassandra (died 10-07-06,7 1/2 weeks old) , even though I didn’t know you long enough to even know if you were male or female, I still love you soo much. I’m sorry for the mistake I made. I regret it more than anything else. I know and accept that it was all my fault.