Thursday, July 28, 2011


My favorite feline
gone too soon.
I wish I could see you once more.
And feel your fur against my arm and
feel your warmth by my feet
on your favorite blanket
on my bed.
I would whistle to you and
you would come.
But now I whistle,
where are you?
I don't understand.
We all think it
but no one says it.
Why her?
Why not the other one?
A horible thing to even think.
Does the other cat even notice
her friend is not here?
She eats.
She sleeps.
The sun rises.
The sun sets.
Life goes on.
But you do not.
You are missed.
RIP Cleo
1998 or thereabouts - forever


  1. Awww. RIP Cleo, you mad cat who growled at the UPS truck.

  2. Awww :( She always made my eyes itch like a pro :( RIP Cleo!

  3. I heard about Cleo. So sorry. :-( What a beautiful poem you wrote.