Shariyat finally took her leave last night.
We had a sweet morning. Melissa and I took turns holding her, wrapped in a towel. She was fur and bones and her backbone dug into our arms. She was content to be held and her eyes had the faraway look of a journey already underway.
Her fur was cold to the touch when we stroked her head.
During her lifetime the little fur ball seldom made a sound. Most often, she would mouth the “meow” sound but you wouldn’t hear it.
I went out for a while last evening and when I returned, she had taken her leave.
Goodbye silent one. I miss you.
3 comments:
I'll miss her too. She was a most unusual yet loveable little creature.
Thank you for being there for me when I needed you Shariyat. Baraka Bashad my friend.
I'm sorry you had to lose Shariyat.
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