We Did The Best We Could

Sugar was a cat.
She came to us in Winter.
She left us in the Spring.
Sugar was a loving cat.

We could tell she was hurt.
There was nothing we could do,
Just make her comfortable.
Sometimes she even purred.

Her strength would come and go.
Sugar even played once or twice.
But we knew it was inevitable,
Sometimes she moved so slow.

No one lives forever,
And we knew her time was short.
Her days numbered,
All nine lives spent.
Yes, we had to let Sugar go.


Words Copyright © 1997 J.L. Hunter

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