© Sigrid Saradunn 2013
My darling Bianca after she had lost over ten pounds.
Sometimes her touch meant she wanted something …
this looks like “I need you to hold me”
even though she didn’t like to be held by me most
of the time.
The photo seems to fit the prompt.
in the darkness
by a snowflake’
cold nose on my toe
Bianca just passing by
touched by an angel
I swore I wasn’t going to be a crazy cat lady.
My sweet Bianca recently passed away
on October 19.
I could have sworn a few nights ago
I felt the touch of her nose on my toe…
my foot over the edge of the raised footrest
of the recliner.
She used to do that as she went by close
to the chair so I couldn’t see her.