My Angel, May You Be Free.... - Poem by GHOST WRITER
You are so strong, fighting against time
Spirits high, whilst your body is failing you
How to know when to let you go
I was hoping you would tell me
Yet no matter how weak you are
You’d still perk up when I enter the room
Wanting comfort and love no matter what it takes out of you
Still comforting me whilst you weaken further
You have given me that comfort for all your years,
Staying by my side when I needed you most...
The time has come - I’ve now had to let you go.
My heart has been breaking for some time
And now that you are gone I fell my heart shattering into tiny pieces
But holding on any longer would have been taking away your being.
In spirit you had so much more to give
If only your little body would have held out longer
I was hoping to give you one last summer where you would bask lazily in the sun
And play amongst the flowers and eat the grass I grew for you
And try against all odds to lay your head on top of the pot plant
With little success...
Where you would curl up on the bench cushion
And then lie on my tummy which I was trying to tan
You would take in the breeze and the scents in the air
It was not meant to be, another summer together
But at least we stole extra time - Thanks to the snow
There weren’t any flowers
But cuddles and love all day
You’ve travelled so far and been through so much
I hope I was able to give you some of that love back
Treated you well, showed you how much I care
I will no longer have you curled up under the duvet beside me or lying on my chest
I won’t have you purring and wanting to be fed
But in my heart you are still very much with me
I can feel your presence even now that you have gone
You are in my memories, thoughts and dreams
And wherever you are now I hope you will look over me....
Dedicated to Peanut,11 years old, leaving this world for a better place, Jan 27th 2010
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