His head was held high in elegance,
His pawsteps graceful and never missing a beat,
His fur was the thickest thick of dense
And he was never defeat

The children, they called him Tristan,
He was a male tabby cat,
And the kid's faces always had a grin
Whenever he walked across their lap

Oh, they loved him so as did I;
And he was thought to be the most healthiest cat alive,
But oh, life was just a lie,
Because we didn't know he had to die.

After a while, his tail drooped down,
His head was now hanging as though no neck,
And on the child's faces there was now a frown
For he wasn't a cat--he was a wreck.

And then came that one faithful day
Where he was injected with "that" shot,
And there was nothing anybody could say
Because words didn't mean a lot.

I didn't come to my senses after that,
I just remembered his dull eyes,
Because I really loved that cat
And I should have seen the signs.

Then one day I found myself walking
Across a patch of green,
And here, every object didn't look mocking,
Reminding me of what I had seen.

Peace lay in the very grassblade,
And while I trudged through the serene meadow,
All my fears seemed to fade
And then I saw a spiritlifting glow

I found myself walking over the rainbow
I didn't know what I was doing, but something told me to go
But then, I felt something inside me abide
And there was a warm purr while I walked, and I knew Tristan was by my side.