FELIDAE

It's not for a child that I'm grieving;
No daughter, no son, not that;
But the memory I have that is sweetest -
The soul of a beautiful cat.

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Companion she was, always waiting;
She chose me - from nowhere she came;
My world is in shadow without her .....
I weep as I whisper her name.

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But what of the cats whom nobody loved,
The feral, the wild and the stray -
Do they abide in God's memory
To wake and be treasured one day?