Outside My Window

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I miss you, Jessie Boo.

Outside My Window

There was a miaow outside my window

this afternoon,

and for a moment I forgot

that it couldn’t be you.

Your brothers miss you

but not like I do.

Never again will you sit on the ledge,

looking in

with that green-eyed gaze.

And that moment brought it all

flooding back;

your pain-filled cries

until all sign of life

went from your eyes

and I’d wished I could join you.

Pathetic it might be

but there are still plenty of times

when I would trade places,

or at least share that final breath

so we would both be at rest.

But I can’t.

I so miss you,

Jessie Boo.

Submitted: September 27, 2021

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L.E. Belle

I know how you feel, Hullabaloo. The only real friends I have are my pets. Last year my beloved first dog passed away with cancer. She was in so much pain. I had to make the choice to put her to sleep. It was very painful. I have a new dog now, but I think of Niki a lot. Pets are such special friends and family members. They leave pawprints all over your heart. My heart is with you in your time of grief. Beautiful words, Hullabaloo.

Wed, September 29th, 2021 2:02am


Thank you, L.E. It was a double blow when I lost Jessie's brother Ziggy just three weeks later. Sorry I took so long to reply.

Sat, October 16th, 2021 5:44am

Mike S.

Sad-but-excellent, Hull; hang in there

Wed, September 29th, 2021 9:29pm


Thank you, Mike.

Sat, October 16th, 2021 5:41am


I love cats myself, and know what is it like when tragic times come. Where I live, a cat lives a couple of doors away from me, but I give it food everyday, because it pains me when it is looking through my window, and I do nothing. It's not pathetic at all, thinking about trading places with them or sharing the final breath with them, because our pets seem the most human things we ever come into contact with.

Be strong Hully. I know it is difficult. Be proud that you wrote this piece. It's a reminder of all of those beautiful memories.


Thu, September 30th, 2021 10:17pm


Thank you so much, Dexter!

Sat, October 16th, 2021 5:34am


You know its not a haunting... my losses have done their share of making me aware they will always be round me. Its harsh to go though, but eventually its a blessing they are to comfort you even more so by tugging at you unexpectedly. Its been over a year, and I still look towards my window to see if they are peeking at me through the opening of the curtian. I always leave a wee space by my pillow end at night, and a wrinkle of comforter at my feet.

Thu, September 30th, 2021 11:11pm


Thank you, Sluggy. I'm trying to pull myself together but it's not going too well.

Sat, October 16th, 2021 5:33am

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