Laura Erickson's For the Birds

Saturday, March 2, 2019

Kitty (circa 1997 — 2019)

Kitty
We got Kitty in the summer of 1998. When she was spayed, the vet said she'd already had kittens at least once, and was somewhere between one and three years old. My son Joey took this photo, and developed and printed it, in a high school photography class in 1999 or so. She was a good 'un. 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

—Dylan Thomas

From The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions. Copyright © 1952, 1953 Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1937, 1945, 1955, 1962, 1966, 1967 the Trustees for the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1938, 1939, 1943, 1946, 1971 New Directions Publishing Corp. Used with permission.

2 comments :

  1. I'm so very sorry. Even when they have had a long life, filled with love and sweet moments, losing them is so very hard. Hugs.

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  2. What a handsome puss! I'm sorry for your loss.

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