Companion to your eulogy

I dim the lights when evening nears to quieten the busy air, and settle in till all is clear of dust; like death we’ve come to wear.

Recuperating in the dark - if only this would do the trick for you, to reignite your spark (for some of what you eat to stick).

It must have been so bright and loud (we tried everything in hope to heal), but we were always wowed and proud of your resilience and zeal.

And here you are, curled in my lap, a blanket draped across my knees, another poem in your cap; companion to your eulogies.

It’s quiet now. Each breath we share helps settle us of any fears, of dust-to-dust; this cross we’ll bear, and dim the lights when evening nears.

RIP to Nyx, our permanent kitten (November 1, 2024)