A meeting in the backyard. The bunny hops towards the smug ginger cat. The cat takes a step forward, and the bunny remains steadfast. The cat takes another step forward, ready to fight; the indomitable bunny hops over the cat, turns back, and giggles.
When Emma died in June last year, well, I don’t think I have felt anything worse. I have lost my Brother, one of my Uncles, and my Father; however, if I had a child, I think losing Emma would be like losing a child.
Also, we had to put her to sleep, which hurts your heart like nothing else. Emma will always be a part of our lives.
I wrote a Haiku for Emma. She was always trying to leave us when we would come home, so we had to arrive through the garage.
A paw on the glass The key turns, open the lock A pouncing welcome
Cow manure hides in grass pockets. Pigs dream of staging a riot, while the chickens only care about designer hats. The cat meows, “Bastards”, and the dog barks at unseen things. On the farm, a cool wind starts up as Bob steps in manure, and the cat meows, a smile, “Idiot”.