Soul Friend

Fur Buddy — chosen
Stood from the crowd
Pounced at first sight
Soul friend, trickster
Eighteen years true
Then inevitably
The wheel must turn
And the third silence
did return
Max was my fur buddy for 18 years. I never considered myself a cat person until he chose me. He became my familiar and traveled with me through many life transitions witnessing, consoling, and teaching. After he passed I painted a series dedicated to him (see painting above for an example) and wrote this poem. As is true with all loved ones — if love was enough, you would have lived forever.
There is a story I am writing about Tricksters and Max that will be published in the near future.
For the meaning of the third silence follow the link to:
Another painting in the series I mentioned can be found here:






