In Her Waning Days

Our cat Raquel is fourteen years old. I’ve been thinking about her long history with us recently. She is a very dignified and self-possessed creature, is Raquel.

In Her Waning Days

The old cat walks down the hall
limping a bit
her nails clicking loud in the quiet house
while
a subdued sort of rain patters on the roof and
a long roll of thunder stalls and dies away.
The cat is thin and tires easily
yet the clicking of her nails on the wooden floor
is the most decided
sound
in the house
today.

Raquel. Four months old. A long time ago.

Raquel. Four months old. A long time ago.

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