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TOWARDS THE END
by Anon
Feel warmth from the elderly cat on your lap,
Her paws stretching up when waked from her nap,
Contentedly snuggling with low gentle purr,
But so little flesh now under her fur.
Continue in hope that her health may return,
Though serious troubles have taken their turn,
Just let her be tranquil,
to pass from her ills,
Without all the trauma of any more pills.
The time is approaching,
so shrunken her frame,
For her to be sleeping,
relieved of all pain,
The vet who has helped her will answer the plea,
When she has shown clearly she should be set free.
Weep not.
She is at peace.
REQUEST
by Harry F G Griffin
In the land of no goodbyes,
Where my Pinky now resides,
Let there be a place for me,
Where my love again I’ll see.
Walk with her the paths of home,
In that eternal timeless zone,
Watch her gambol on the lawn,
Greet me eagerly at dawn.
When it’s solace that I seek,
Extend a paw and pat my cheek,
Joy and woe may life entwine,
But love outlasts the sands of time.
THE ANSWER
by E.
Andrea Bannerman-Phillips
Pussylove,
Pussylove,
where have you gone?
Leaving me sad and so lonely;
Your dear bright eyes that recently shone Have left me with memories only.
I miss your deep,
full-throated purr,
Your warm,
understanding fellowship;
I miss your soft,
caress-loving fur,
Your restless,
comical tail tip.
Oh,
give me some sign,
be it sight or sound,
That your precious self is not lost.
Surely the Creator,
divine,
profound,
Would have calculated the cost Of giving mankind such a timeless joy As the love of each animal friend,
Only to let blind chance destroy And bring these great gifts to an end?
My questioning ceased,
but my heart ached still,
Scarcely hoping an answer to find When,
into my presence a cat spirit came,
Clear,
though faintly defined.
A tiny,
‘miaow’ in that voice I knew well Confirmed my dear cat’s return And she spoke to my heart,
as she’s always done,
With truths I wanted to learn.
‘Now,
grieve no longer,
my dear human friend,
Know that I’m truly alive,
That,
when I passed,
it was not the end;
You,
I,
we all do survive.
Only our bodies are buried down there;
Busy,
happy and active are we,
Enjoying fully our spirit re-birth;
Here,
each of us shines like a star.
And,
when your time comes to make the great change,
I will greet you,
purring with love,
Together,
these glorious realms we will range As on earth,
we’ll be happy above.
’ A moment longer her presence was clear Then,
gently retreated from sight,
But the truths she had given supplanted my fear And I know my faint hope had been right.
DESDEMONA’S LEGACY
by S Hartwell
I bequeath my favorite cat bed To the cat who comes after me,
I sleep now in a bed of clouds,
Softer than earthly fleece.
To the cats who follow after,
I bequeath my favorite toys,
My beat up mouse,
my feather wand,
The things that gave me joy.
To the cats who follow in my wake,
I leave my bowl and dish,
And hope that they’ll be ever-full
Of milk and meat and fish.
To the cats who tread my paw-prints In your many years to come,
I leave my secret hideaways
And my places in the sun.
I know that there’ll be others,
And to them I now bequeath,
The cuddles,
strokes and kind words,
This is my legacy.
I know it won’t be right away,
The wound in your heart is raw,
But I’m certain there’ll be others
To follow in my paws.
FOR THOMAS O’MALLEY
by Heather Smith
I closed the door with care
As if the action could disturb the sleeper;
But even as I sought the comfort Of the well-worn chair;
the picture stayed,
Not only in my mind but on the very walls Upon the curtains and the muddied floor.
Just three short hours to die –
To fade,
and with a gentle kick
To journey beyond his much-loved home.
No screams or growls attended
That quiet passing;
just laboured breath
And then a dreadful silence.
I wish it was not autumn when
All leaves are golden like his glorious coat,
And shadows stretch like cats
Across the evening lawn.
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