Rufus

Published by Sue Cook at October 23, 2021

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Image by Annie Haslam

Dedicated to Annie Haslam, and her beloved cat, Rufus

Light knows where it must go to fill the voids
Like a burning ember, I heard your call and lifted you from a life of sadness

Many call you various names, but hearing the rustle of leaves in your coat
I called the mottled gold light, Rufus

There you would remain with my soul
Lifting my spirits
Showing me that life was good as long as we had each other
Hard times
Times of cold loneliness, and longing
You brought me light
A mottled gold coat,
An old sigh…Rufus

Spring and Summer kiss the earth briefly with hues of green and yellow.
Flowers form her lush tresses even as Summer fades.
Fall arrives with a crown of vivid-colored trees, and mottled gold leaves.
Light called to you, and you knew
It was time to dance your light across the leaves
To feel the weight of the mottled coat, no more

The wind called “Rufus…” and you spread your light.
Tears could not hold you
Nor a pleading heart stop you.
The light of your mottled coat painted the trees in majestic golds, and browns.

But at night, I feel you near me
We are never parted
A soft pat across a duvet
A touch of the spirit head to mine
We are one…

My Rufus

Sue Cook

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Sue Cook lives in Freeport, Illinois with her husband Randy and two dogs. Her passions include assistance dogs, rescue dogs, music, acting, theater, poetry, and Doctor Who. She’s been in both film and theater and is a regular cast member of the podcast Doctor Who’s Line is it….Anyway? Sue is an advocate for the use of Service Dogs to assist their disabled handlers to maintain their independence. Quigley’s Quest, her first children’s book, addresses how a dog becomes a Service Dog.