Bill Fell 9/3, 12/20

Aileen always used to say; “Bill, you are Boogie’s human.”  I had to agree.  Boogie passed away on my 70th birthday which is interesting – a serious hit of sickness, old age and death.  We are guessing she was about 15 as we had her for a dozen years since the Vet guessed she was three.  It is helpful to have a set of poetry-inclined friends and community of like-minded, like-hearted friends so that I’m not writing these things for just myself.  

“Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.”  Ani Pema in Awakening Loving Kindness p. 48

Hours alone in the den sitting sphinx-like
Then, bride-assisted
Another last leap to my supine lap
You know it’s OK to walk all over me

Your faded forever pink collar, so loose
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Worn away jet-black thinning hair 
From a very visible gray skin

Another quality-time petting, 
No purr, we stare
Greenish-gold eye to my bluish-grays
A familiar evening nose-to-nose

My stroke down your bony spine
Slowly . . .  approaching your behind
You reflexively stand at attention
Before settling back down

Bless you, dear friend, for joining US
Warming US 
Sharing that silent meow look, as if
“We’re in this together . . . , right?”