I thought I would start this because I have lost 2 of my cats. Buster in 2006, and Beardsley in 2007. I still think of them so much each and everyday, and although I still have my 5 other cats, I will always love & miss them. I love you babies.
So "In Memory" of Buster & Beardsley, this is for you.
Poem For Cats
And God asked the feline spirit Are you ready to come home? Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul And, as a cat, you know I am most able To decide anything for myself.
Are you coming then? asked God. Soon, replied the whiskered angel But I must come slowly For my human friends are troubled For you see, they need me, quite certainly.
But don't they understand? asked God That you'll never leave them? That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity? That nothing is created or destroyed? It just is....forever and ever and ever.
Eventually they will understand, Replied the glorious cat For I will whisper into their hearts That I am always with them I just am....forever and ever and ever.
Here is another cat poem for anyone who has lost a cat...
They will not go quietly, the cats who've shared our lives. In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survive. Old habits still make us think we hear a meow at the door. Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor. Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be, And, sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly. And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill, That one place in our hearts belongs to them.... and always will. ~ Linda Barnes ~
The Ghost of a little white kitten, Crying mournfully, early and late, Distracted St. Peter, the watchman, As he guarded the heavenly gate.
" Say, what do you mean," said his saintship, " Coming here and behaving like that?"
" I want to see Nellie, my missus," Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat. " I know she's not happy without me, Won't you open and let me go in?"
" Begone," gasped the horrified watchman, " Why the very idea is a sin; I open the gate to good angels, Not to stray little beggars like you."
" All right," mewed the little white kitten, " Though a cat I'm a good angel, too."
Amazed at so bold an assertion, But aware that he must make no mistake, In silence, St. Peter long pondered, For his name and repute were at stake, Then placing the cat in his bosom. With a "Whist now, and say all your prayers," He opened the heavenly portals And ascended the bright golden stairs.
A little girl angel came flying, " That's my kitty, St. Peter," she cried. And, seeing the joy of their meeting, Peter let the cat angel abide.
This tale is the tale of a kitten Dwelling now with the blessed above, It vanquished grim Death and High Heaven, For the name of the kitten was Love.
Hi Deb, thanks for those poems I am sorry for your loss, I had posted this in "the other thread" Figaro was a Tuxedo cat, he only lived to ten, he lost his battle with cancer back in October
Ode to Figaro
Figgy, my baby, yes daddy’s here yes daddy’s here Go Figgy, go my baby , Moogy and Gumby are waiting for you
Though I had never known what it is like to be a real dad Your every meow called me daddy Your every cry to be picked up and held Every time you jump in the covers and lay your head on my pillow Every time you sit on the couch leaning back and watching TV with me You’ve called me daddy
Yes Figgy my baby, yes daddy’s here, yes daddy’s here Now go to sleep Figgy my baby Go Figgy, go my baby, Moogy and Gumby are waiting for you
Here is a poem that really hits home...It really makes me cry....
The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak, And pain should keep me from my sleep, then you must do what must be done For this, the last battle, can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand, Don't let the grief then stay your hand, For this day more than all the rest Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many happy years, What is to come can hold no fears. You'd not want me to suffer so; When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend And stay with me, if you can, to the end. Hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time, you will see, It is a kindness you do for me. Although my tail its last was waved, From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Don't grieve that it should be you, Who must decide this thing to do, We've been so close, we two, these years; Don't let your heart hold any tears.
This poem really touches my heart because it talks about the healing process of grief.......
YOU WERE HERE
As I sit in those moments of quiet, When sadness invades me, I know that yesterday, You were here.
Now you are away from us, Not knowing your future, Or when you'll come home, but yesterday, You were here.
It has now been a week, A week since you last were in the house, An entire week since we carried you away, To the place where we did not know your future, But just last week, You were here.
Another day passes; a week ago, you were still with us, In daily reports from the clinic, They did not know your future, But we could still hope, and, You were here.
More days pass,; A week ago you left us, Your head cradled in our hands, Your spirit gracefully moving upward, But for a few hours of that day, You were here.
Sadness invades again, As I know that once those hours pass, I can no longer look back, Over the span of a familiar week's time, To find that comforting point when, You were here.
More time will pass; Sadness will not so much invade as menace, And I will mark the days, Saying things like, "last month, last summer, last Halloween, last year," You were here.
I dread that day, One year from now, That first marking of the time, That your body was no longer with us; Though we will never forget you, Your tangible memory fades, The feel of your fur, your head, your back, your weight against us, The smell and sounds of you when, You were here.
The emptiness is beginning to fade, To change into another reality, One with you still playing a part, But a role of ethereal presence rather than physical comfort we crave; Your memory, your spirit, your essence and counsel, Dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same as when, You were here.
Author: Jenine Stanley Copyright (c) Jenine Stanley, 1999
Here is another Poem I found that I thought was good.....
A Bridge Called Love
It takes us back to brighter years, to happier sunlit days and to precious moments that will be with us always. And these fond recollections are treasured in the heart to bring us always close to those from whom we had to part.
There is a bridge of memories from earth to Heaven above... It keeps our dear ones near us
Dear Lord, please open your gates and call St. Francis to come escort this beloved companion across the Rainbow Bridge.
Assign her to a place of honor, for she has been a faithful servant and has always done her best to please me.
Bless the hands that send her to you, for they are doing so in love and compassion, freeing her from pain and suffering.
Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss. Help me remember the details of her life with the love she has shown me. And grant me the courage to honor her by sharing those memories with others.
Let her remember me as well and let her know that I will always love her. And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise, please allow her to accompany those who will bring me home.
Thank you, Lord, for the gift of her companionship and for the time we've had together.
And thank you, Lord, for granting me the strength to give her to you now.
Dear Lord, please open your gates and call St. Francis to come escort this beloved companion across the Rainbow Bridge.
Assign her to a place of honor, for she has been a faithful servant and has always done her best to please me.
Bless the hands that send her to you, for they are doing so in love and compassion, freeing her from pain and suffering.
Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss. Help me remember the details of her life with the love she has shown me. And grant me the courage to honor her by sharing those memories with others.
Let her remember me as well and let her know that I will always love her. And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise, please allow her to accompany those who will bring me home.
Thank you, Lord, for the gift of her companionship and for the time we've had together.
And thank you, Lord, for granting me the strength to give her to you now.
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