Sweet P

I woke up in the middle of the night
My chest was empty and heavy
I turned over to find our Sweet P

Snuggled up between us on the bed
Purring like there was no tomorrow
I put my hand on her
She let out a quiet squawk
To let me know she knew

My hand found yours
Are fingers entwined
Cradling her small body
We were the brightest stars in the universe

Ever so slowly
Our sweet baby’s breathing grew short
She began to fade,
Not harshly,
Not laboured,
On her own terms
She went slowly
Communing with us
Showing us that this was the last of her wishes
With a tiny squawk
Miss P let out her final breath
And closed her eyes
In mere moments she was gone

With our hands still clasped
We stayed there for a while…
I fell asleep

When I stirred we still held hands
But Prudence was gone
I could feel my tears on my pillow

Just then, beyond belief
Not sure of this new encounter
A squawk at the top of her lungs
And little bounce tiny stride
Sweet P climbed in between us
And demanded to be seen and heard
You can be sure she was
You can be sure she was


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