Benny

His body isn't even warm
He's barely breathing, and he's still
A shadow left in feline form,
A monument to his own will,
He will not leave, he will not go,
He keeps forever clinging on
I think sometimes he has to know
How much we'll miss him when he's gone.
We don't know if he's still in pain
He's quiet, as he always was,
We feel the life inside him drain
Wishing we were wrong because
We love him. But he's going to die.
We don't know how to say goodbye.