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ONE DAY
by Janice R.
Hardy
One day I knew you would have to leave us as I watched you growing old,
But swept the thought from my mind like autumn leaves upon the path.
Now,
as l look at your photograph,
your body cold as the frame,
my heart is full,
Sad,
yet calm,
memories a sweet balm.
Every room contains your presence,
each passing hour,
too,
Elegant form washing,
cosily curled,
sleeping,
A soft pad touching my cheek to tell me morning is here,
Face bright,
nose pink,
as you danced across the virgin frost to breakfast eagerly eaten.
I hear the ‘snap’ of your puss flap,
the ‘chirrup’ of your greeting as our keys turn in the lock,
Your deep ‘purr’ of pleasure as you nestle on my lap,
Your ‘tapping and scrabbling’ as you play in battles mock.
These memories,
and more,
proud lad,
will sustain me until I feel your soft pad upon my cheek,
l’m sure,
One day.
ETERNAL DAWN
by M P Barnaby
I take your furry face within my hands,
And look into your golden eyes,
This is goodbye,
it has to be the end,
Far better,
than you should suffer needlessly.
We shall not walk again on sunlit lawn,
Those magic hours how have gone,
I must not mourn,
For we shall meet again,
my little cat,
In happiness resumed,
on that Eternal Dawn.
THE CAT BED IN THE SKY
by Anon
I thought that you might like to know I got here safe and sound Though you must feel rather strange not having me around;
Of course,
I am not really gone,
I’ve just moved out of sight,
And I don’t need that old body,
things had stopped working right.
Sometimes I’m sorely tempted,
to pop back down and see,
Just how you are managing,
without any help from me,
But I’m sure that you will understand I can’t come back to stay,
Though I have it on good authority that we’ll meet again some day.
The chow up here’s delicious – Ambrosia brand,
it’s named,
Once you’ve tasted this stuff,
Friskies won’t taste the same,
And where do they get this nectar,
which thick and creamy comes,
It’s not like other dairy products cos it don’t give me the runs.
I haven’t found the litter tray,
and THIS perplexes me,
That however much I wolf down,
I never have to pee.
But there are other plus points,
which cannot be ignored,
My claws have all come back again and there are drapes here to be clawed.
Another little oddity,
that leaves me quite astounded,
Underneath my tail end are two lumps,
furry and rounded – I can’t remember having them,
when I lived down there with you,
And up here,
all I can say – I’ve not sussed out their use.
Oh yes – I’ve got a comfy bed,
just like mine down there at home,
So things here are quite adequate,
I cannot gripe or groan;
But while I’m up here waiting,
in my cat bed in the sky,
I’ll regularly look in on you,
and keep a watchful eye.
REMEMBRANCE OF SADIE
by Avril Farahar
For a few weeks it was lavender.
Delicate mauve bells Clinging to fur And dangling from eye-brows.
Next,
scent from roses.
Never in the best of tempers,
her tail swished,
Angrily as she permitted me To pluck out thorns from her coat.
Then,
Shirley Poppies.
Vivid waxy petals squashed By her plump little body,
As she snoozed in the coolness Beneath their broad leaves.
She slept a lot that summer,
this elderly cat.
Secure and happy among her Beloved garden flowers.
Now she sleeps forever beneath The freesias.
FROM A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD CAT
by E Poll
I know in time you too will see
It is a kindness you do to me;
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.
Do not grieve that it should be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We’ve been so close through all these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
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