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