IT'S TIME. 

   " It's time," he said as I withdrew into my battered shell.

     Is there ever a right time to go? To leave this earth?

    To shuffle off this mortal coil?

    To go gently into that goodnight?

    To drift from this world into oblivion, to die we know not where?

    Without a soul to live on. No spirit left.

    Nothingness.

    No trace of your existence. Just fading memories.

    How sad.


   When everyone deserted me, you were there,

   always there,

   My faithful friend, constant, offering me

  unconditional love,

  Well-needed companionship. A well-travelled cat,

  British through and through,

  Full of the zest of life until you ended your days

  here in Spain,

 Welcoming that eternal slumber to end your pain forever.


 I was there to the bitter end, holding you , stroking you, already grieving

As you slipped peacefully away. " It's time," he said.

Goodnight Jessie. God bless.

Copyright 2026. No copying or reproducing. C.L.Naylor is the author of this verse.

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