Once I raised a cat named as the kindred spirit Doushi,
Although not the first cat I raised, I saw him as a son.
His gray fur always changed as he came and went without me.
But he’d show up to the doorstep in the morning with the sun.
With dead rabbits beyond the door, treasures of compassion,
I damned my mother once for hitting him.
But every night he’d cuddle by my pillow, lungs a purrin’
Till the clock would strike the midnight end.
The first time that I held him he was no bigger than my hand.
He slept upon my lap wrapped in a quilt.
His brother’s old and young, some came and went “goodbye so long”
But I promised that this one I’d raise myself.
And three years he would stay at night, and bring us what he caught,
Rather rabbits, possum’s, rats or just a bug.
The White Cheek God had company, they’d curl up in a ball,
Brother’s they became three winters long.
Until that fateful day, I think in January,
I came back home, was told to take a seat,
My mom said “there’d been an accident”, a car had hit your Doushi
And he couldn’t make it so they had him put to sleep."
Oh how my heart did die that day, for years to come.
I never cried again for any human loss.
Oh on that day, I lost my will to give a fuck.
Cus on that day in January I lost my son.
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