Our gray female died in a winter not too long ago, in my arms, with one final cry; and I buried her in our grape arbor, with the sky always peeking through.
She was 22.
Our gray female companion to her died as winter came a couple of seasons ago, a final protest in my arms, and we buried her under a very big pine, in a little copse of trees.
After fifteen years of being our friend.
Rocketing through space, with our friends. Like meteors we all burn out.
Leaving memories with the living.