| Ah, my sweet Finch, my sweet boo! You were my companero and helped me through so many big moments in my life, both good and bad. I hope I did right by you, my friend. I loved you more than any other soul in my life. This is for you:
“And so he’s gone, my handsome boy.
Off to crouch on the clouds, cackling at the flickering feathers of the angels.
Eternally lounging in the warmth of the glorious sun,
A slow twitch of contentment from his lush tail.
His calm blue eyes become the spring sky.
His subtle, deep purr will roll back to me in the distant thunderstorms of late summers now.” |
