Fizzle Out ©

Sudden, my tiger of the living room,
That pounced on flickering reflected light,
Chased his rival cat, into corners tight,
Is tired, brooding the impending gloom.
He curls on lap contentedly king's throne,
Looks at my eyes to convey acceptance,
That we all face the same experience,
One day simply we lose the might to roam.
Memories remain of pathetic mews,
That cancer had ravaged his throat and tongue,
They phoned me from the vets to tell me news,
When knowing nothing more could be done.
Now like we all do, we receive these truths,
Strong hearts fizzle out, all health is mere ruse.