You must think me immortal?
As you gaze at me with those golden green eyes
As I hear those soft vibrated purrs on my lap
My hands run over grey hair upon a silver coat
Where once muscle and great clouds of fluff once were
As old age becomes you, I still feel the love we shared
When you were a kitten and I was 30yrs old
An age you’ll never reach in human years
I’m 47 now and you’re 17, I’m old-you’re ancient
A relic of my memories of different times, for us both
Each day I know is closer and each year a blessed miracle
For me it’s a slow path towards your final destination
I have seen many loved ones go and my hearts broken many times
And I will experience it again and again
Until the time when I join you and all those who have gone before me
I am not immortal, but my love for you and our memories are.