Poems of Loss by Cat LoversTristan
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TABLE of CONTENTS:Hello Kitty

BONAROO
CYNTHIA
FIRST DAY IN HEAVEN
LITTLE GHOST CAT
HIGHWAY CAT
MISSY
A LYRIC TO MR. MAGOO
MEMORIES OF PIP
ALONG CAME ROMEO
TO STACIE, MY LAST GOODBYE
TOMMY
WHY MUST THIS BE?

BONAROO

There are paw prints
  In the sand
  Bonaroo.
Did you visit
  In the yard
  An hour
  Or two?
Did you hear
  The quiet there,
  Sense the sadness
  In the air,
  That hovers
  Since you left us
  Bonaroo?
Are you running
  Wild and free
  Bonaroo?
Did the rabbits
  That you stalked
  Run with you?
Are you raising
  Quiet hell,
  Or will you rest a spell
  Until gou get
  Adjusted
  Bonaroo?
Now farewell
  Loving heart
  Bonaroo.
The bitter tears
  I shed
  Were all
  For you.
But now you know
  Your end
  Was a love gift
  From a friend
  Bless you for living
  With us
  Bonaroo.

-DOROTHY N. WATKEYS

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CYNTHIA

Note on her cage for me to read;
"Domestic shorthair, name of breed.
Gentle nature, loving heart,
Friendly from the very start."
Handwritten, tagged onto her door;
She was all they said, and more.
"Already named, and one year old.
We called her, "Cynthia," I was told.
"Likes a lap to take her nap,
Sunny windows, birds in flight,
Sleeping near you every night."
For fourteen years she shared my life.
Brought my joy to ease the strife.
Now, I have the hardest task.
To say, "Goodbye," and humbly ask
Memories to take her place,
And pictures of her precious face.
She's in Paradise, I know.
Her calico colors all aglow.
I loved to brush her, loved to dote.
How thick and lush her radiant coat,
Gold and white with touch of black.
Oh, how I want my Cynthia back.

-MARIA VERONICA BAKKUM

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FIRST DAY IN HEAVEN

Is Heaven all you asked of it,
O little cat? Did Peter fit
A halo for your graceless head?
Is there a quilt for your special bed,
And a bowl of cream just out of reach
Of your thieving paw? Or do They teach
You not to steal in Paradise?
Does the flapping of Their wings entice?
Do you scamper and swing on a golden fence,
Or are They teaching you reverence?
And are there really golden thrones
Up there? Or do the Mighty Ones
Have nice fat chairs that you can claw
And tear and snag with an impious paw?
And do the angels understand
That a little cat in a lonely land
Still longs for a kiss and a friendly cuff?

Celestial joys are not enough.
Please, some small saint in shining white,
Hold him close in your arms tonight.

-AUTHOR UNKNOWN Submitted by Aida Alicata

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LITTLE GHOST CAT

Little ghost cat,
Sometimes I hear your gentle purr
And feel the soft touch of your fur.
Then, late at night old memories stir
Of the friend I loved and lost.

Little ghost cat,
By moonlight now you come and go
Unseen, and, like moving water flow
Through my dreams, calling as of long ago,
O friend I loved and lost.

-BARBARA PARKHILL-HALL

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HIGHWAY CAT

Gold ball of fur just lying there,
Shinning softly in my headlights glare.
Left on the road. All alone she died.
Someone's loved pet, Oh, let's help her, I cried.
If my own dear cat lay here, I know
l'd bless the soul that would this kindness show.
Accidents happen; they always will.
Now four white mitten paws lay silent, still.
Cars whizzed by. I didn't care.
I cradled her and breathed a prayer
Dear God, please have a home for her up there.
Now, there's a small wooden cross in my garden
Where pretty flowers bloom and grow.
And, every time I look out on it, I know
The little gold cat with four white mitten paws
Is happily now playing on Heavenly shores.

-MARIA VERONICA BAKKUM

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MISSY

These fourteen years of memories
Are all I have to last
And as my tears start flowing
My mind slips to the past.

There's been no friend as faithful,
So steadfast in her love.
I know that God did take you
For His angel high above.

But still the ache within my heart
ls like a heavy cloud
Your voice was e'er so quiet
But the silence is so loud.

The only comfort left me
You'll not suffer any more
And your little paws will greet me
As I enter Heaven's door.

-ELAINE JOHNSON

(c) PET PRIDE, P.O. Box 1055, Pacific Palisades, CA90272

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A LYRIC TO MR. MAGOO

Mr. Magoo, with my heart aching I sent you away.
Now I find myself missing gou more and more with
  each passing day.
I close my eyes, and your image appears.
I reach out to stroke you but you are not there.
I open my eyes and they fill up with tears.
And I cry, Mr. Magoo.

Then I remember the good years we shared together.
By my definition they were an absolute pleasure.
The love, the trust, the faith; enjoyed by so few,
  was ours without question, Right. Mr. Magoo?

Now I must say goodbye my dear little friend.
Praying you knew that I loved you, and will
  always love You no end, Mr. Magoo.

-AMOS CHIARAPPA

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MEMORIES OF PIP

There's a tiny little tear
In the fabric of my life
Made by the claw
Of a certain little cat.
No one else would notice
The tear (it is so small),
But I can see it,
I can feel it;
I alone know the emptiness it left.
Soft as silk was Pippy
When he rubbed against my hand.
His fur was like a rippling pool
With muted shades of color
Blending and changing in the light.
When I would sit in solitude
(Sad or merely pensive),
He would find me.
There he'd be beneath my hand
Communing with his touch and quiet meow
as if to say, "I'm here---
It's all right now."

-BARBARA DIXON

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ALONG CAME ROMEO

I always wanted to have a pet
That would make people stop and stare.
Pedigreed, beautiful, and Oh, so rare,
Winning ribbons at every show!
When along came Romeo.
From a shelter came this cat
Four years old and very fat.
Dark, grey striped, stump for a tail
The shelter's pet and not for sale.
I turned my back and said "Let's go!"
Then along came Romeo.
I saw his winning ways, his charms
As people held him in their arms.
He was rubbing faces and nipping chins,
Running about and provoking grins.
But, still I turned, my mind said, "No,"
Then along came Romeo.
He looked at me with big green eyes.
I picked him up; that wasn't wise.
I held him for a long, long while.
He warmed my heart and made me smile.
Still, I turned away and tried to go.
But, my thoughts were full of Romeo.
I loved him then, that plain old cat.
I couldn't leave him there like that.
I begged to take him home that day
Asleep on my shoulder that night he lay.
And, through the years of love and fun,
I knew I had chosen the dearest one.
And, I'm Oh so very glad, you know
That along came Romeo.
I could tell you so much more
But on our friendship, life closed the door,
I love him, I miss him, I always will.
I see him sleeping on my windowsill.
Next time I will go with my heart on my sleeve
To find a new pet for now I believe
It isn't for beauty or ribbons or show
I am looking for another Romeo.

-MARIA VERONICA BAKKUM

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TO STACIE, MY LAST GOODBYE

Love is a wonderful thing.
Stacie's greatest gift to us was causing us to love
  her so deeply that we can now experience this
  tremendous loss.
I am grateful for the pain I feel now and I will
  let myself enjoy this pain because it is
  Stacie's final gift to me.

-SUSAN JUST

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TOMMY

Those great green eyes
No longer
To peer into mine
And steal my heart away
No more
To feel the kneading claws
On my chest
Waking me, in the morning's first light
No more
A gentle paw-hand
Caressing my finger
In mutual exchange
No more
An eager, sweet, lover-face
Waiting just inside the door
For a "hello" kiss
On the lovely pink nose
And then
Off to play again
No more
To touch the soft fut coat
Of regal black and white
And tell him
"Oh, what a handsome chap" he is
No more
The endless stretches
And rolls
When receiving the love
That's given so fervently
The bond of our love for one another
Will not be broken
Even now.

-ROSANNA BLESS

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WHY MUST THIS BE?

I look at you, my old and ailing cat
  And am filled with unspeakable sorrow
I know that your remaining time is short
You, who have been with me for so long
Bringing comfort by your quiet presence.
(Seventeen years is a long time cat-wise.)
You are deaf and arthritic and sometimes
look into my eyes
Asking the unanswerable question,
  "Why must this be?"
You have no knowledge of your limited sojourn here
  And I can only love you and treat you
  with gentle solicitude
In the time remaining for us.
For I, too, am nearing that time
  When the inevitable call shall come
As it does for all God's creatures.
Sometimes I think it would be better not to know
  But that is the price we mortals pay
For the superior intellect we wear so smugly.
Shall I go guietly into that long night?
  From which, God willing, I shall wake
  to see the light.
And know the answer, when I ask of Thee
  "Why must this be?"

-MARION F. JOHNSON

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