well the tumor is
smushing his poor brain
and he's twenty years old
and his body
is shutting off way down and his meows
aren't really endearing
more like howls of pain
but how
does that help with the pain of twenty years
of memories and cuddling
vanishing?
we'll survive (because we have to)
and we'll probably
get another black cat
that's just as insane as he is (because we have to)
am i making the right choice
i am making the right choice
even if i played as an emotionless god
over a suffering cat
and now every emotion is murdering me
