The Passing of a Pet Cat

Upon the garden bench I sit, The sun is warm - so peaceful now; I hear a thrush - its song so sweet - Sitting high upon a bough. A tiny face now peers at me, He’s sitting there, by the fence; My eyes I close, no longer see, Distraught by feelings so intense. Mem’ries sweet that touch me now - A loving presence, a gentle look; With fur so soft, so loud a purr, Sitting there in shady nook. A whisper; I look; my head unbowed - A piece of fur, I see, so soft - Like life itself, a fleeting cloud, In tender breeze, now gently waft. My thoughts are but a passing dream, So scant a view of life portray; They grasp the soul as time may deem. But grief returns - I turn away. Until he drew his final breath - A noble being of life so free; Now we mourn so sad a death, In our thoughts he’ll ever be. Upon the garden bench I sit, The sun is warm – I’m tranquil now; I hear a thrush - its song so sweet, With love it does my life endow. 24 March 2021 Bouya, our cat, was taken ill with cancer of the stomach – he was only eight years old. He had to be euthanised. A much-loved cat who had a warm and loving disposition.