How it's unfair.
You are frail. Lethargic. Ill.
You still need glucose.
I feel your bony torso. Distended belly.
When you looked afar, I wondered what you were thinking. Or were you then?
Mom said she wanted to snap some shots of you. I won't do it myself. It will just remind me how sick you were. Something I don't want to remember.
I only want to remember how mischievous you once were. You choosy about food. Your big pretty marble eyes. You enjoy warm bed. How you sneaked up to my bed once, came home late-night and woke me up to let you came in through the window.
You freeze with strangers. You hated garbage truck.
You hardly steal. You listen to us.
You were so vain. How you take care of that coat.
I love you, Mel.