A Dying Patient & Her Loyal Pet

She sleeps,she winces, & with each breath she gains Gods speed to her last.

Outside her window--longing--watching--hoping for entry, lies the orange kitty. He misses her, --he knows.

Curling up with her is all he wants.

The weather is so cold, he shivers & waits--he knows.

If only the chance to come inside. He'd cause no fuss, just wants to be-- he knows.

"Why can't I say goodbye?" I imagine his thoughts. "why?" "It's no secret, I know-- I knew first."

So... He sits, and he shivers, outside the window... he stares at "ME" through the frosted glass, willing me.

If it were me Mr. Kitty your longing would end, your wishes would come true, your goodbyes would be met--

because "I" know-- "You know"