Igorized

Words… there aren’t much…

What do they matter

In the space of emotions,

Where loss is prevalent

And helplessness is overpowering?

In times of giddy green,

We joined you running

And squirrel-watching.

In frozen months.

We followed your tireless mice hunting

And in-snow rolling, smiling widely.

And in the midst of all, at home, –

Toy-playing and fabric-tearing

Licking dish so ferociously,

I thought you’d eat it.

Claws scratching stone floor,

Us knowing you’re coming over.

Shaking while you sleep,

Chasing dream rabbits.

Your presence and all these character traits

Made it even more that –

Home.

Then a year ago,

It all went sad and silent for an ever

Where no phrase sounded right

Unless muffled in tears.

There was some laughter,

Of us sharing memories of your goofiness

And there was more still air

Of our recalling your kindness,

Forever Igorized.

Your little sister in spirit is much like you,

And yet so different.

I cherish memories of how you were,

As I brush her hair and look into her eyes

Seeming so wise,

Perhaps knowing things

I started so slowly learning from you,

And now studying with her.

Thankyou for all your joy,

And patience, and effort

To help me feel air and earth,

And in between.

I’m in debt to your enjoying living

And sharing it with us.

Remembering you,

Igor the Fluffy Torpedo.

Miss you a lot.