it'd be hard not to look back upon your memories with at least, something of a smile
you were always here
everyday
your bones almost seeming like they were creaking as you crawled from that basket
that weary old face of yours pierced by what looks like a smile
most of our days spent on that couch
the assuring, comforting feel of you perched just beside my shoulder
both our eyes gazed off into nothing in particular

i think you wanted to just quit
the days, hours, minutes, slowly taking their toll from you with each passing moment
but
i guess you stayed strong, maybe not wanting to leave me alone just yet
you'd been there with me from the very start, the highs and lows
you saw them all
but due to your disease, carrying on was slowly becoming more impossible
each day your eyes becoming a little dryer, mine a little wetter
tired old bones making your pursuits slower all the time
but still
your frail old touch met my shoulder each day
always crawling to the top of that couch
your comfy watchtower over me and my own slow demise
seems yours was coming far quicker each and every day
waking up each day just got harder
looking over your aging, tiring, saddening body just got harder

and one day
not much unlike any of the countless others we'd sat through together
it was all just over
you never crawled out of your basket that morning
just laying there, limp, lifeless, but finally at peace
this dusty old house just got a little sadder without you
i sat up all night, just watching you there
hoping you’d move again, at least hoping I could join you
it’s hard to let you go

i don't even know why I'm writing this
you'll never see it, even if you were here you wouldn't understand it
after all
you were just a cat
just a cat