He was a foundling kitten 16 years ago; just a scrap of orange fur with a lot of voice. He grew to be a large, gentle cat beloved by the entire household. He was losing a battle with a debilitating illness that was growing rapidly more painful. Today, I decided not to hold him to that battle any longer.
Pardon me, my friends, if I don’t say much today.
Just the click, a vote “I like it”–
Forgive my quiet lack of voice
Your indulgence now I pray.
My dear old boy, my handsome cat,
Made his last trip to the vet
No more pain, no more wasting flesh
That part I can’t regret.
But no more big orange cat
To give me gentle “Meow”,
To lie on the porch and buzz in the sun
Or to say “Feed me Now!”
He Cuddled the dogs,
He cuddled the cats
He was gentle with kittens,
He could eat tuna by the vat.
I laid him to rest
Neath the Alfa’s shade
Where he used to watch
The birds at play.
Elysian Fields forever,
My big striped friend.
Tuna, and fat mice, and warm laps
Without end.
I know this is the only choice,
But, oh, how I miss your voice.
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