Pet Carrier

It is poetic in a sense…
The day I bought you home I placed you in your pet carrier with a fluffy towel for comfort and you sat, confused, anxious maybe even a little scared staring up at me as i smiled down at you and handed you a snack, you had no idea that was the start of the rest of your life…
I then spent many days letting you play in that carrier, using it to climb and jump and hide from your mischief or as shelter to snack.
You came to love it, it was fun, it was familiar but then
I placed you in it once more this time though the fluffy towel whilst familiar offers little comfort to your ailing body and the snacks are harder to hold and eat, you know something is different…
So you sat, confused, anxious, maybe even a little scared staring up at me as I smile down at you but it’s different now because it’s raining this time but only from that one spot, just above mommies smile and I reach out to gently stroke you more often now careful not to hurt you, because you have no idea that it is the last day of your life…
And it hurts bringing home that empty carrier it has hurt every time and it will always hurt to watch it sit in the corner never used for play again never used for climbing or hiding or jumping just sitting…
Holding memories of where you had once sat. 
Because you may be far from home where you are, over the rainbow bridge but you will never be far from heart.

*in loving memory of my mischief; Dora, Ratatat, Tinkerbell, Saffron, Misty, Diego, Poot, Stretch, Pig, Dumpling, Rambo, Ben and Bill. (And soon to leave us; Remy and Casper)