By TheFeatheredSleepPosted on

My debt rests in your fur

as they light it

and it burns

and your form shrinks

from this world

your black and white paw limp against my clutching

fingers wishing you here

those images are cookie cut into my mind

called intrusive thoughts and flash-backs

I know them well

they are not my friend as you were my friend

I imagine what you feel and then recall

you no longer feel anything

though that does not seem right

without religion I am left unknowing

where you land next or if you will

awaken in paradise or remain slumbering

whether sleep or a void, if we can truly leave

and have nothing of ourselves remain

but ash and debris

it seems impossible that you were once

jumping onto the table and making me laugh

with your antics

only to be nowhere and gone eternal

I may not possess sufficient faith

to build castles in the sky but

your energy stays like stillness in

this empty house and from the corner of my eye

I still see your shadow slink just as

my grandmother’s voice is pitch perfect in my head

is that imagination or wishful?

Or do ghosts haunt us willing supplicants?

A bouquet of delusion to soothe our empty

arms or

will you live forever within me? And when I take

my turn at the Ferris wheel

our nothingness will reside near one another

I like the idea, all I have loved will

mingle as returned starlight in the ether

and touch one another with reminder

for being alone or worm food is

a cold dinner companion I wish not

to believe in

even if God turns his head from me and always has

for his man-made lack of female

and my rib is long and sticks into my gut

reminding me I am ever every man’s equal

and will never lay down to those dull prescriptions

of what constitutes truth from a man’s tongue.

Your fur was thicker than all the cats here

who grew up hot and listless on porches

you came with me in a pink plastic box

obscene in its garishness we laughed

putting it through customs

the harried lady at flight desk remarked

well there he goes as you were taken

hand delivered, to the pit of the plane

and I worried because I wanted you to be

on my knee but no madam, I’m afraid for long haul

he has to ride in cargo and don’t worry

few of them get upset, as if she were crouched among you knowing this

this seemed false as so many things do

when big decisions linger like absent friends

at the periphery of moments

too quick, too big, for staying still

briefly I wondered; Should I really be moving?

to this strange country I do not yet know and

burning this bridge indefinitely

it felt as wrong as right ever was and I stood

in the airport watching the thin man take you

behind a curtain and then as you were on your way

so was I.

You see …

I took my cue from you

quite often

and of the two of us when we landed

I think you looked less bedraggled

whilst I fought with immigration because one of my papers

was not ‘just so’ and they called and fussed because

immigrants are not very welcome in any country

and annoy those whose jobs it is to ensure

smooth sailing

and when we reunited

on different soil with the sound of cicadas or crickets

I was not sure in those days

you were hot against my grandmothers blanket

and had peed because they don’t let animals

out to the bathroom at 30,000 feet

which was exactly how I felt, hot and wet and stinking

at the same time, in this odd place where

people were outgoing and spurned shyness or other

attributes we both possessed

with aplom

following our dreams or maybe just mine

as your dreams were about mice or pigeons and later

lizards and snakes

as you learned the ways of the desert

and perhaps the tenor of your meow changed

to reflect the inflection of your adopted country.

It may seem easier but it is not easy for any of us

who come by boat, plane or smuggle, to

lands not our own, we each bring with us

that belly full of ache

and you were always able to

soothe mine with your purr and ever

reminder of our start beneath colder skies and

smaller streets with littler houses and narrow

rooms where we knew our place and here

we could only speculate or clumsily test

our sea legs against

the strangeness of being

with mistake and estrangement

our sole friends quite a while.

Unable even to drive I walked you down the road

for your first vet check and people gaped

from their large cars at the floundering Europeans

walking where no-one walks and everyone uses

big trucks to go one mile and purchase a giant

sippy cup and some Ding Dongs, things with

names that sound fun and 40 additives

my kind of humor and banter lost against

surge of habit, the vet seemed surprised I

had carried you rather than driven and tut-tutted

at your lack of dental hygiene

but remarked how beautiful your thick fur was

and how cats in these parts tend to have

snake skin, we all laughed at that, even you

cast a fish eye his direction like you

possessed the real secrets.

I remember those exploits and driving to Canada on another

exodus when stateless we began again

another groove in our fitful recording

the deep snow and your paw prints leading

me nearer and further

like ice fish we swam in our odd circumstance

always together, staring out stranger windows like

spectators at our own fair ground

in cold you slept beside me and purred

in your sleep to the sound of icicles

warming and falling into snow the

sky a heavy weight holding its breath

eventually we returned to the place of infernal heat

and sizzling side walks where no one but us

and straggly weeds dared to step and the years wound like

lost yarn beneath our odd foray

until you were old and fragile

and I barely noticing because I did not want to

believe you could quit being the little cat

in the pink plastic box glad to see me at the

first airport in our new world.

It was naive or immature of me to forget

cats lives do not echo ours and mine seemed

suddenly far too long and yours bitterly short

a terrible echo of inequality I did not

have the strength to imagine losing you

when together we always were.

Even people who wrote said; ‘Dear Candy, Dear Halo’

as if they could see the join of your fur and my

burning skin against the other

I told myself I would be there when they

sent you to that place I could not follow

despite knowing in my mind the terrible pictures

would roam long and unbidden for many years

to look into your eyes and remind you how much you mean

to me and always how I will look for you

until we are reunited and then I expect

all this will be mere bad dreams and

again we can go forward, or side ways or

whatever direction the after world takes us

but please together, is all I want

for with you gone, I wait without watch

an absence greater than anguish

for you were my best friend in this lonely world

assuaging the hard edges and frayed corners

we came here together and still I am

more lost without you than when I arrived

for your bright eyes and happy tail

gave me courage Halo and ever shall I

look for you coming into the kitchen in

the morning with your half howl of greeting

starting my day and ending it with

putting you to your bed

never once thinking there could be a time

when you were not and I still went on.

Aristotle said it best; a relationship is

two bodies one soul

that is real love

and we are floundering when absent from one another

like the ice fish when it warms up

and water is all but gone.

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0 Replies to “For Halo”

  2. Reblogged this on My Sword and Shield…. and commented:
    The depth of feeling in her gorgeous soul is immeasurable. Rest in peace Halo. And all my love to you, My Warrior Sister. ❤

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  3. It’s so hard to lose good friends. Four-legs are just as hard to lose as two. Trixie and Ninnie send commiserations and say open your heart to another stray. There are so many and one will be sure to sooth your sorrow.

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    1. Wise words. They’ve euthanized so many in this town. I never find strays anymore. But maybe the shelter. Halo was special. It was end of an era in many ways. Perhaps if I felt I belonged here more it would be less of a kiss but as you know I have feet planted in two world’s still. Thank you dearest one. For your kindness. Much love ve to you and the falling kit ❤️

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  4. Hugs, such sweet memories….they will live long and hard in you…. dull to sharp aches will come unannounced forever your remaining days for him… he resides deep in you and that should be comfort. He is you to an extent.. never think he is not… much love sister…

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    1. You may not have liked cats as much as dogs but you loved him so well and always cared and asked after him and he knew it and loved you so much. When we spoke he always meowed.

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  8. This is truly the most beautiful tribute to an animal / pet I’ve ever read. You and Halo were lucky to have shared a part of life together. I’m so sorry for your loss.

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  10. Yes, yes and more yes. A fitting tribute to Halo. Well done and memorable as he always shall be. xx

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  11. But for the thickness of fur, Halo would a twin for my Munchie (she was more sleek coated), companion through multiple relocations from kitten-hood to nineteen years. The beauty and sadness of this memorial is beyond any more words of mine.

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  16. I can feel your heart breaking with this loving tribute to Halo, and now mine breaks for you, dear Candice! ❤ Wishing you weren’t so far away. I’d scoop you up in my arms and let you stay there as long as you needed, and again and again when the sorrow fills you up. I’m so sorry that you lost your precious fur-baby. :_(

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  17. Beautiful tribute to Halo. Pets are family and become such a part of our hearts and life. Sending loads of love and support your way. I apologize for the late reply.

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  20. Just now read this. Wish I could have written something as beautiful, elegant, eloquent for my dog, Haley. Our fur children teach us so much about love and living. Such a wonderful tribute.

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    1. Hello my friend. Thank you so much for reading this and caring. Halo meant so much to me. I am sure Haley (H theme) did to you and I know your love is not lost as long as you remember how you cared and loved them. Pets do not seem like pets when they are family and with us so long. I really, really appreciate you reading this and commenting thank you so much. I am so sorry you lost your fur Haley but I hope they are with you in spirit and watching over you now xo

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