Love without words

And the importance of being there

This is the story of a cat called Duster,

Who showed up one day, all tired and flustered;

She looked pale, so we gave her some food,

Little did we know, that she would soon join our hood.

Every morning as we opened the front door,

Duster would be there sitting on the floor.

She would check our hands for signs of some grub,

If not, she would purr and against us rub.

She would be very quiet and patiently wait,

For the sound of footsteps and noises at eight.

The fridge door opening was music to her ear,

As she danced around happily without any fear.

One morning, there was no sign of her

So we went outside and shouted ‘Duster!’

In a few hours, we heard a knock on the door,

And opened it to find her collapsed on the floor.

There was blood everywhere and she was soaking wet

So, we rushed straight to the nearest vet.

She had broken her spine and the injuries were deep,

Leaving us with no choice but to put her to sleep.

For days after, we would miss the purr,

As we opened the door and looked around for her.

Duster never spoke, but she would always be there;

And sometimes that’s all we need: assurance and care.

Originally published at http://thelighthouse2017.wordpress.com on January 7, 2017.