Hobbes

Hobbes again
(who, when he passed at 18 years old, had lived 9 lives twice)

It’s a year since I laid
His worn out body
Wrapped in an old towel
Deep in a sandy hole
In the terraces under the maple
And over the months
The tears have retreated
Behind my eyes
Then tonight
In a bookstore
A small book titled
“I still miss you.”
And tears for that old cat threatened again
I kept thumbing the pages
Until I found this
“Thousands of years ago, people worshipped cats as gods
And they have never forgotten.”
I laughed
Easy again
Tears in retreat
From an assault of giggles