A Final Goodbye
Buff Boy was cream colored with pale orange strips. He looked just like his mother, Buff Momma, except he was fourteen pounds and she was only nine pounds.
I found him in June 2006 when he was three months old. I had him neutered and given all the usual shots. He was also treated for worms and I gave him flea and tick medication monthly. I did everything I could medically for him.
I loved him–taming him slowly–with food. Later, playing with him with one of the fifty cat toys on our deck. My husband, Roland, built a cat shelter and placed it next to our bedroom door. I would go out several times a night to check on Buff Boy and the others. During the day, I would use a peacock feather to play with him on the grass.
BUT, it wasn’t enough!
You were taken from me a year ago tonight.
Buff Boy had the most beautiful yellow/copper colored eyes.
Buff Boy’s father (Big Boy) and mother (Buff Momma).
A POEM FOR BUFF BOY
Why can’t I let go?
Would I not move through the grief,
If I stopped the denial?
You are dead!
You are dead!
You are dead!
I am heartbroken.
Hope would not let me cry, before.
Tears finally found me-
True grief begins as denial ends
Debra Davis Hinkle
February – March 2009
Last four stanzas only; full poem in “The Broken Chain”, due out in 2011.
Nice tribute.