13 November 2015

Our Fat Cat

A tribute poem to an old friend who is waiting at Rainbow Bridge...

Just this side of heaven lies the Rainbow Bridge.

When a beloved pet dies, it goes to the Rainbow Bridge. It makes friends with other animals and frolics over rolling hills and peaceful, lush meadows of green.

Our pets do not thirst or hunger. The old and sick are made young once more; the maimed and the ill become healed and strong. They are as healthy and playful as we remember them in days gone by.

Though happy and content, they still miss someone very special, someone they had to leave behind.

Together, the animals chase and play, but the day comes when a pet will suddenly stop and look into the distance… bright eyes intent, eager body quivering. Suddenly recognizing you, your pet bounds quickly across green fields and into your embrace. You celebrate in joyous reunion. You will never again separate. Happy tears and kisses are warm and plenty; your hands caress the face you missed. You look once more into the loving eyes of your pet and know you never really parted. You realize that though out of sight, your love had been remembered. And now, you cross the Rainbow Bridge together… 

the only orange kitty in the litter
man, you were such a small... small critter
born in the garage... your very first home
doing chores... keeping me company I was never alone

than the choice was made to bring you inside
our lives changed... it was a wonderful ride
watching you grow from a little runt
shaking our heads at things you'd hunt

fresh wallpaper... scratched and clawed
leaving your mark... was your only law
chasing bugs and the occasional mouse
eventually you'd become king of the house

we introduced you to Tango
and you became the Big Bad Bro
little patience with a puppy who pulled on your tail
you'd let out your high pitched wail

than the fight would begin
and without fail you'd always win
but as brothers will be
soon playing together... living carefree

those days are now done
and I wonder how can we relive that fun
you were more than a cat to this family
memories of you I'm sure we'll see

looking outside on a window sill
and meowing cause your food dish ain’t filled
protecting us when we were sick
loving us with a lick

you were a fighter... who lived his nine lives
as the sun sets... all we can do is remember and cry
I see you in kitty heaven sleeping on your back... feet in the air
enjoying a tummy rub... no worries... no cares

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