They said it was a mere cat
Just an animal, a pet
The dog who happily ran to me
Every day for fifteen years
But they creased my soul
With welcomed familiarity
Their loss brought a tear
It’s not that they are human
I won’t resort to caricatures
But once loved, they endure
Don’t despise those who are tender
Toward any living thing
Lives that creased my soul deeply
Welcome and familiar people
Not all are still around
I have cried for them
Mentors and those I mentor
Find a place in my heart
Close and distant friends
I won’t accept caricatures
They are vibrant and alive
Never apologize
Nor try to justify
Tenderness
The Rational Element 