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LEAVE TAKING
by Winifred A Thorn
Into my later life,
when purpose failed,
When much was lost,
and few were there to heed,
Undaunted feline stray,
affectionate,
he came.
These fourteen years,
our paths have intermatched,
Our instincts blend,
each knows the other’s need.
But now our lifespans close,
one must be first to end;
If it were his,
my gentle,
loyal friend,
Lacking his loving touch,
his modest wants,
His undemanding chores,
my days were sad indeed,
Bereft this echoing house,
homecomings desolate.
But he,
if he were left,
transferred to strangers’ hands,
Familiar routine gone,
his eating place,
his dish,
His preference for kidneys,
dislike of fowl or fish.
How would he cope,
forced to adapt too late,
Bewildered and alone,
what then would be his fate?
O,
Bast,
compassionate,
great goddess of all cats,
Let him go first,
and I will bear the rest.
ANGEL CAT
by Melody Collier
Oh! Where did you come from,
my dear little cat,
When our hearts were so full of pain,
This is a secret you never divulge And no human can ever explain.
We had loved,
we had lost,
we were drowned in grief,
I wonder,
did God hear our cry?
Did he call an Angel to hold you close,
And to bring you to us from the sky?
SONG FOR SMOKY
by S L Smith
The empty cat bed in the corner,
Abandoned toys beneath the chair,
Unopened cans still in the cupboard,
Hard to believe that you’re not there.
No muddy pawprints on the counters,
No furballs sicked up on the stair,
No purring shape upon my pillow,
Hard to believe that you’re not there.
The grassy mound there in the garden,
The absence of your soothing purr,
I still look round,
still half-expecting,
To see your form,
but you’re not there.
A trick of light,
a sudden shadow,
A moving curtain,
draft of air,
A glimpse of shape at edge of vision,
Still can’t believe that you’re not there.
One day there’ll be another feline,
To accept this love I need to share,
But the cat bed lies awhile,
abandoned,
For now,
it’s hard that you’re not there.
TO THE MEMORY OF STAR
by Melody Collier
I pray you do not share with me the loneliness and agony,
Since death has claimed you for her own and taken you to shores unknown,
I pray you do not wonder why I do not answer if you cry,
Nor stroke your coat with loving hand.
I fear you may not understand,
That for a while our paths must part,
although I hold you i my heart,
I do not want your peace to be lost in a loneliness for me,
I pray you do not gaze for me in vain through some celestial windowpane.
MITZI
by Chris Perry
Dear little friend,
you were always there,
Running to greet me at the end of the longest days,
Sharing life’s triumphs and despairs .
… And all the in-betweens.
Happy or sad,
you accepted me just the same.
With you I didn’t have to pretend to be,
or feel
Anything but just me .
.. Constancy,
serenity,
comfort,
laughter,
joy,
You brought them all – but until now,
no tears .
.. And asked so little in return.
Little friend,
where are you now,
why did you have to go?
What will fill this void which now instead of you is here?
Dearest little friend,
thank you
For sharing your life and love with me.
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