Bixby

Bixby   9/2001  3/2008   RIP, Bixby

Bright golden eyes look out at me from a small triangular face.

    Bixby pounces down from his cat tree and growls fiercely as he chases fat old Barnum.  His super long tail twitches as he watches out the window.   Birds flutter by. A bug lands daringly on the screen.

Bright golden eyes look out at me from a small triangular face.

  Bixby hears the rattle of keys and beats me to the door to race down the long, forbidden hall. Me, exasperated chasing. Will he never learn ? Will I?

Bright golden eyes look out at me from a small triangular face.

      Tired from his day’s adventures Bixby curls contentedly on my lap.I        stroke his sleek black fur and gently tweak his ear. His mouth smells        slightly fishy but his fur smells of the warm sun.

Now the eyes are closed in the small triangular face and Bixby’s purr grows slow, then quiet as he gives himself to sleep.

Dorothy C. Judd      (c) 2017

 

 

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About twofelines

What to say? I love my family and friends. I also love kids, cats, and books. Oh, and potato chips and Cheez-its. I am a retired teacher who still loves to be in the classroom, so now I am a substitute teacher.
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2 Responses to Bixby

  1. annromer says:

    I am so sorry. What a beautiful essay. A perfect, quiet goodbye. How do we handle their leaving before we do?

  2. efmcmahon says:

    ⭐️❤️ I’m so sorry for your loss Dorothy🙏

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