Monday, October 10, 2005
Because I'm crying too much to say anything else...
Putting Down the Cat
by Billy Collins
The assistant holds her on the table,
the fur hanging limp from her tiny skeleton,
and the veterinarian raises the needle of fluid
which will put the line through her ninth life.
"Painless," he reassures me, "like counting
backwards from a hundred," but I want to tell him
that our poor cat cannot count at all,
much less to a hundred, much less backwards.
Goodbye to our old friend. I miss you already.