Oct 2012
You're my favorite cat,
You used to sit on our mat,
Sitting there waiting for someone to give you a pat;
I will always treasure the place in which you sat;
When on your bones you had more fat.
Now it is not the way it used to be,
You are not as fat, as playful, as strong, and as hungry, you see.
It pains me now to see you so thin sitting on your little chair,
Still and hopefully always sitting there.
~Marian~
You used to sit on our mat,
Sitting there waiting for someone to give you a pat;
I will always treasure the place in which you sat;
When on your bones you had more fat.
Now it is not the way it used to be,
You are not as fat, as playful, as strong, and as hungry, you see.
It pains me now to see you so thin sitting on your little chair,
Still and hopefully always sitting there.
~Marian~
This was a poem I had composed when our sweet cat was still living now. . . its kind of like an In Memoriam.
This poem was wrote October 1, 2012 and our cat, Pusah passed away about 4:00 AM October 7, 2012.
This poem was wrote October 1, 2012 and our cat, Pusah passed away about 4:00 AM October 7, 2012.
