Spot. A Remembering.

I remember the third litter.
Of course I ran to see
the kittens born under
the blue felt chair.

My twin and I
picked twin cats.
And Greedy.

And I can’t
but remember
the way Spot chewed
the piece of pinestraw.
when it stuck
in the roof of his mouth.
The day we played,
kitten and boy,
in the grass.

Today I saw Spot.
At first, dead and wet after rain,
and then from the bottom
of a trashbag.
His head nestled
so comfortably like cats do

in the corner of the consuming

plastic. He wasn’t purring
like he does. Loud enough
to wake me
from my sleep
the brush of his head against mine.

His white paws
dangled from the mouth of the bag
that swallowed him
so similar
to the mouth of death.

My bed unmade
where Spot curled.
Myself unmade.
Spot un-made.
Dry grass where the body laid.
I’ll can’t forget that

(I have no idea if this comes off as cheesy, but right now I don’t care. I just want to remember him. This damn blog f’ed up the formatting of my poem.)

Bye Spot.

6 thoughts on “Spot. A Remembering.

  1. So sad but at the same time really sweet. I didn’t think so at the time but I am so glad I spent $300 to help save a young cat at the urging of my precious son who has grown into an awesome writer. Thanks for the memories spot …. you will be missed.

  2. This made me tear up. I’m so sorry! That’s the saddest thing ever.

    Two teacherly things, which seem terribly out of place: one, if you want to fix the formatting, just push shift and enter at the same time. It took me two years to figure that out. No lie. Two, I’m going to try and see if I can find the poem I wrote the day my cat Morgan died. Being a writer means I’m oddly bad at communicating, but I think maybe it’ll show I know how horrible this feels?

    • I totally knew you could relate to this and it means a lot. You have a story for everything, which just so happens to make the perfect writer. I’m doing better now, but that was a tough couple days, and obviously to top it off the poem format wouldn’t work, so your tip is sooo appreciated. And I’d love to see what you wrote. I feel I could have written more, but I wanted it to be more of an in-the-moment thing.

  3. Wow. This made me cry. Kellen actually got upset when he heard me talking to my mom about Spot. He had seen your videos of the kitties on Face.
    So, Spot, you will be missed even by those who never met you.

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