The Last Mile of the Way
The death of a beloved pet can hurt as much as losing a family member.
Maxine my Tuxedo Kitty
You were only given two years
Feline Lukemia was the diagnosis
You lived eight months longer
And brightened our lives
One day you disappeared and I knew
I prayed and eight hours later
You appeared on the kitchen floor
The vet said your body
Was destroying your red blood cells
Four of us who loved you gathered round
We told you how much you meant to us
There was nothing the vet could do
We watched the two injections
Saw your final breath
They placed you in a cardboard coffin
That said Maxine Preston
We brought you home one last time
The next day
You were placed in the trunk of the car
Driven off for your body
To be used for scientific resesrch
At Virginia Tech
I saluted as you went the last miles
Of your journey
The tears flowed
They still do
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. She enjoys writing about current events, history and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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