A poem I wrote recently for my childhood cat, Named Pepito

(When I wrote this i was only 2 days new to poetry, never wrote poetry in my life until the day before so if its sloppy thats why. This peom is dedicated to my dear childhood pet that passed away two years ago.)

Peaceful and sweet, sensitive and soft.

Eyes gentle and kind, glimmering and green, glanced at me with affection and tenderness

Pictures is all i have now of your warm gaze and your slow blinks and your delightful face

In my ideal world, you’d live forever, returning the warmth to the spot in which you lay on my bed, that now lies cold

Thankful, is how I feel for the days in which you gifted me your presence, but longing, is how I feel for the days in which you were absent

Oh my handsome boy, there is so much I wish to say to you, so many cuddles, kisses, and brushes I wish to give to you, but time isn't as generous as you were

Time is cruel, it gives then it takes, it grants then it steals, it blesses then it curses. And yet, although you are no longer with me, I do not feel cursed, I do not feel robbed, I do not feel deprived. For you are still here with me, not in physicality, but spiritually, blessing me with a different kind of presence. One that cannot be seen, but felt, only in the warmth of my heart and the depths of my soul.