Yogi is gone.
I held him as
his grumpy face relaxed
and he took his last breath.
We had been separated for too long
and I felt grateful to have him back
in my life
even if it was just for one day.
A day of cuddling,
stroking his soft fur
and enjoying life number nine.
His face never looked
the way he made me feel.
Somehow he always knew
when I needed to snuggle.
Or maybe he was the one
who needed to be close.
He was pretty good at climbing up
and butting his head
into me
until I couldn't help but sink my fingers
into his soft fur
and scratch.
Goodbye grumpy face,
Luckily your demeanor didn't resemble your face.
I'll miss you Yogi.
You lived up to your name.
