Suicide. mental health

So I rang the police for help.

A welfare check is what I need

The curtains were closed the doors and windows locked

I couldn’t see inside, an overdose or had you cut yourself to bleed

Behind the front door a little dog barked

1970s bubble glass distorted my view.

Vertical letter box I strain but can’t catch sight of you

Gut feeling .

A knowing

Something very wrong this I knew.

No answer on the house phone

No answer at the door.

You weren’t in a good place

Have you decided you can’t live life anymore.

I ring the police again

I ask

Are you on your way?

The car has been diverted.

There was an emergency on the way.

This is an emergency I tell them

My gut is never wrong.

There is nothing I can do until they get here

The but why are they taking so long?

Six hours later they arrive

Check with neighbors then break down the door.

A whimpering dog stands beside you.

Cold and lifeless

I guess you just couldn’t take anymore.

I’m left with a feeling of sadness

Feeling let down by a system that doesn’t care

When you needed protection and safe space

In the end there was nobody there

Welcome to the mad house

tiny ginger rescue kitten has moved into canalside.

Rescue no four.

I was stopping at three 🙉

But my friend sent me his photo and how could I say no.

So Loki joins Lucifer, Luna , and Mavis .

We love him already 💓