by Amanda Arvickson
Epitath For a Cat
If in some far off future day
A stranger's feet should pass this way
And if his gaze should seek the ground
Wondering what lies beneath the mound
Know that a cat of humble birth
Claims this small portion of the earth
But I thought not of pedigree
When, like a child, she came to me
A lonely waif, whose piteous cries
Were mirrored in her frightened eyes.
And so I beg that you will not
Defame or desecrate this spot
By ruthless act or idle jeer
Though but a cat lies buried here.
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They will not go quietly
The pets who've shared our lives
In subtle ways they let us know
Their spirit still survives
Old habits still can make us think
We hear them at the door
And step back when we drop
A tasty morsel on the floor
Our feet still step 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.
I hope these two poems help you in your time of grief. They are sad, but they are also full of hope and promise. I will forever miss my Daisy girl, but I know she is with God and all of your fur babies at the Bridge. I know she will be very happy there. I miss you sweet girl. Rest well.
Love Mama