I Wonder Why

It was a warm and sunny September day,
When my cat could no longer play.

On the cold steel table he slowly breathed,
I stroked his paw, claws carefully sheathed.

Moments later he lay, motionless and still,
My tears poured down of own free will.

I am dizzy, I try to stand,
I then give up, my head in my hands.

Emotions well up, feelings are unearthed,
The fuzzy soft body sleeps undisturbed.

‘Till they put him in a box, I think I’m okay,
While I watch them carry my cat away.

Tears threaten once again,
As I think of my small friend.

Now dead, now gone, he won’t come back,
Death does not give any slack.

I wonder why it had to be,
Why my best friend left me.