feeling his bones

through his

paper~thin skin

wound on his belly 

a tumor i’m sure

deadly? ~who knows

so many worries

but for me, he eats

for me, he drinks

purring loudly

by my side

we drift off to sleep

as i stroke his still

silky light fur

ounces adding

on the scale

every time

i check

eyes still bright

the most beautiful blue

i’ve ever seen

we share so many slow~blinks

you’d never guess how wild he was

when he first found me

holding and snuggling him

wishing magic 

into his medicines

we wait

we love

we hope