On Friday, I lost my dear cat Big Red to cancer. This poem is morbid, maudlin, and incomplete but I needed to write it, needed to share it, and hope it resonates with others who have lost beloved pets.


Today is easier:

no diarrhea or urine-soaked pads;

no medications to give;

no special foods or the corralling of cats so they do not eat each other’s;

no worry or fear that you are in pain, that you will die soon.

You have crossed that Bridge to the pain-free world.

And I, left to my easier day, would take it all back in a second to be with you again.



About Mollie Hunt

I am the crazy cat lady, animal shelter volunteer, Trekkie, and mystery writer. I live in the rainy Pacific Northwest and will watch any TV show or movie filmed here. Even though I am of a goodly age (sixty-something) I go to Star Trek conventions in costume and am not afraid to be by myself. I enjoy my life in the cat lane. Words to live by: Spay and neuter; Live long and prosper; Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
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5 Responses to FOR RED 1

  1. Bernadette says:

    I’m so sorry, Mollie. Caregiving at the end makes it both easier and more difficult. No matter what you do it just hurts for a while. Sending purrs.

  2. Sorry to hear about Big Red. He sounds like a wonderful cat.

  3. jowensauthor says:

    So very true. I’m so sorry for your loss and feel your pain.

  4. Joyce says:

    As they say on Facebook, “Like.”

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