For Biscuit, 8/2001 - 4/2020
So, my old lady died today. There were signs...she wasn't eating and when she did, she couldn't keep it down. When we went to the vet, she only weighed 3.5 pounds...
So, on hiatus for a couple of days. Going to go curl up with some books, chocolate and my young lady who keeps looking for Biscuit...
For the kitty who loved me:
Cotton
My mom is crying again today,
The anniversary of when I went away.
She found a mousie under the bed,
The one that was black and red.
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I remember when I got that one.
I was lying warm in the sun.
Mom came in, face alight.
And I knew the world was right.
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She pulled out a little white bag
Of the sort she stuffed with rags.
From it wafted a wondrous scent
Of the sort that's heaven-sent.
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And then came out my new mousie
Whom Mom then named 'Lil Bowsie.'
The fur was soft and colored strange
And feathers on the back were arranged.
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I played with it for some few days
And then one day it got away.
I'd no clue where it went
Until Mom's cries at my heart did wrench.
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I wish I could curl up by her side,
The way I did before I died.
I'd purr and knead and act real cute
And that sadness so refute.
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Instead I brush against her leg
Because it's only on this one day
That I can come and comfort offer
And hope her tears I can stopper.
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It's okay, Mom! I am here!
You don't have to fear.
Where I live, it's so nice,
With fields teeming with silly mice.
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And the skies are filled with birds.
If I tried, I couldn't catch a third!
So please, Mom, stop your tears.
It's not as bad as you feared.
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And I know that one day
You as well will show up to play.
So while I play and wait and watch
I hope your heart will once again be caught.
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There's another waiting in the wings,
Wishing for a Mom to give her things.
A sister dear to share your love
While I wait for you above.
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Stop your tears and dry your eyes.
It's time for you to realize
That while I'm gone, I'm not forgotten,
And I'll always be your darling Cotton.
-- T. Young 2/28/10