Currently
I keep one cat, a long-haired orange tabby named Goldie. She has
small eyes and is surprisingly awkward and clumsy for a cat. But I
love her all the more.
My dearest and most favorite cat, Sylvia, was hit by a car on July 17, 1999. She was a dilute tortoiseshell. We will always miss her, but I know that she has gone to a better place.
So many times I've thought about you;
Your soft fur your
friendly mew.
The way you pleaded with those big golden eyes,
The
way you begged to go outside.
I remember your odd coloration;
Smoky gray and tan was a real
variation.
The way you always knew when something was wrong,
The
way you swished your tail so silky and long.
Why did you run across the street that night?
Were you startled
by the noise and bright lights?
The way you laid there so quiet
and still,
The way I felt when we buried you on the hill.
But Sylvia, my Sylvia, it's not really that bad.
Even though
because you're gone I'm very sad;
I know that you're on Earth no
more,
You're gone to a place with no pain and no sore.
I know you're very happy up There.
A happiness that here on
Earth is so rare;
So I'll remember the good times I spent with
you,
And I hope that up there you're remembering them, too.
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