The Price we Pay for love a poem…The more Farther I go,There is less that I understand,Life is precarious,Fragile like a house plant among a tempest…The price we pay for love,Is grief,There is no other penance,For a lifetime of devotion…There was little time left,For the two of us,Bearcat was my best friend,He was facing the end…I held onto him,Because love was all I had left,We parted ways,To someday become reunited over the rainbow bridge.