This is the final time
To say goodbye
To my sweetie dead cat Thor.
They say he can hear me better
When the veil thins this Samhain day.

I miss you, my small friend.
Your health was always uncertain.
You sneezed from the day we took you home,
And your eyes ran,
And the antibiotics didn't do much.

But you were joy.
You went trusting up to every person,
Put your paws on them,
Reaching to stand face to face.
You were the center of every party we had,
The center of attention.
I think you wanted to be a people.

Lan held you up to the Solstice sunset
And asked you to make a wish.

Did you wish to become a person, my little Thor?
You were killed four days later, crossing the street at night.
We called you, and you didn't come,
And I looked out across the street
And saw you,
Limbs stretched out,
Laying there.
I ran to you,
Cold and stiff,
A little puddle of blood
From your mouth.
I held you,
Squeezing your chest for an hour,
Hoping I could help you breath again.
But you were already gone
As the woman at the emergency pet clinic verified.

We bought a shovel the next day;
Opened a wound in the hill you once romped upon.
We blindly dropped your toys atop your body
Including Christmas presents you never had a chance to play with.

Did you go to Lan's womb?
I see a bit of your easy-going nature in Shawn
Born two months later.

I do miss the cat you were, though.
I hope your spirit has found your desire
That you get to be what you always wanted.
Goodbye a final goodbye,
My sweet friend.
Goodbye my Thor.