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Dealing with Sorrow II – A poem

In my previous post I mentioned writing a poem about all the funny and quirky things that Chloe did. Well, I’ve decided to share it with you now.

Remember the Good
By: Tricia Saxby

How do you fill the void of a good friend gone?
Someone who shared her life with you the instant you walked in the door.
How do you release all the sorrow that consumes you whole?
You remember the good.

Sitting in the middle of the bed as I tried to change the bed sheets.
Helping me get ready in the morning with chirps and kisses.
Sleeping at the end of my bed to keep my feet warm at night.
You remember the good.

Hiding under the laundry basket playing peek-a-boo.
Sitting on my lap each morning with a bowl of cereal.
Waiting patiently in the kitchen window for when I get home so we could bonk heads and greeting me at the door when I step inside.
You remember the good.

Sitting on my lap while I work on my novel.
Kissing her so soft eyes.
Sitting beside me at my writing desk while I check my mail.
You remember the good.

Playing fetch with her mouse – and actually bringing it back!
How she always had to see my face while I lay in bed.
How she always came when I called her name.
You remember the good.

Wrestling with Oreo before mealtime.
Sitting in the Christmas tree.
Rubbing her belly.
You remember the good.

She liked to eat apples and loved tin foil balls.
Was obsessed with the plant water globe and taking the registers out of the floor.
She loved to cuddle with me, especially in the mornings.
You remember the good.

She would always greet me when I opened the bedroom door first thing in the morning.
She enjoyed chasing Tetris flies.
Sunbathing on the spots of sunshine on the kitchen floor.
You remember the good.

How she always had to push the water dish closer to her.
Loved running tap water from the bathroom sink.
Liked Gimli’s big dog bed more than he did.
You remember the good.

Loved to lick plastic.
Enjoyed sitting amongst the cereal boxes in the food pantry.
Liked to watch me vacuum.
You remember the good.

Of course she loved tuna, and was quite verbal about it too.
She made funny chirping sounds.
And liked to sit in boxes, on bags or baskets.
You remember the good.

Every time Chris made a sniffing sound she would chirp at him and go sit on his lap to knead.
How she yelled when my laptop talked.
“Hanging out at the water hole.”
You remember the good.

No matter where she was upstairs, she always came running when I filled the water bowl.
If I yelled or raised my voice, she would run up to me and chirp until I picked her up.
She was the oldest and the boss – and Gimli knew it.
You remember the good.

It has been so hard doing the everyday things we used to do together.
I sit here on the bed looking at the spot where she usually slept and my heart hurts.
Oh Chloe, how I’ll miss you.
My baby.
My Angel Fluff.
I remember the good.

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Dealing with Sorrow

Dealing with sorrow is something we can’t get away from. Whether it be a family member or a pet (my pets are my kids too) but no matter what, we need to deal with the pain and each person does it differently.

I am currently mourning the death of my cat, Chloe. She was my baby, and my daily companion.

I took solace in writing a poem about all the wonderful, quirky, funny things Chloe did each and every day. She had such a unique personality, and I am finding that all the everyday things like getting ready in the morning or crawling into bed at night are the hardest things to do without her there to share it with.

Its only been four days and the pain is still fresh but I know with time I will heal and have only happy memories.