"My cat drowned in the bathtub"

That is basicly what happened to my cousin. And I don't know why, but it got stuck in my memory in this uneasy, unpleasent way; I got rid of it today during one of my evening "dog-walkings". (Fast though, cuz need to go back to my study)

"My cat drowned in the bathtub"

Wet fur and swelled body.
Bones sticking out, paws like little unwanted parts.

My cat, my cat, my cat, my cat, my cat drowned in the bathtup. (calm, circumscribing)

Cold.
Full of water.
Possibility of a half-open eye.

My cat, my cat, my cat, my cat, my cat drowned in the bathtup. (calm, circumscribing)

In a wash-tub full of water.
One I fill in every day.
But today...
wonder how long he's been lying there?
You come back home,
and you see this.
And it's there because of you,
because you have not forseen it.
Your indifference.

Suddenly the reality becomes so tormently now.
Every second, and it won't go away,
because it is the reality.

My cat drowned in the bathtup!!!!
And the only thing I can do now is dry his little fur...