Yesterday,
we let them go.
Not because
we were ready,
but because
their old bodies
were tired,
and love had become
letting go.
Ebony,
our little street fighter
with the softest ears –
all sweetness
and trouble.
Spook,
pointy-eared,
playful,
and devoted to her Pa.
Two very different hearts,
woven into
the shape of our days.
Now the house is quieter.
But behind the sadness
are all those years
they were ours –
loved,
and loving us,
right to the end.
