Monday, January 28, 2013

Maybe Next Month

KittyCat, only six, died on Wednesday. Will we hear from him again? Maybe next month.

The Purry Gates
It seems that I've reached Heaven,
or it's doorstep at any rate,
and been winding round St. Peter's ankles
by the Pearly Gates,
I've plucked the angels' harp strings
and made a merry sound,
But it's plucking at my heartstrings
that you are not around.
So I think I'll sit and wait here,
just outside the door,
And as the souls come floating in,
I'll tap them with my paw,
And when you seek admittance,
they'll rename this place -
It will become Purradise,
and these the Purry Gates!

Author Unknown


  1. I'm sorry for your loss. I'm going to miss him. He and Bouncer looked enough alike that I always found a little comfort in watching him when I came to visit you. KittyCat seemed to understand and didn't mind letting me give him a little attention. I hope you hear his voice often even if you can't see him as easily.

  2. Thanks. I am blessed with your friendship and to have friends like you. We know that time heals, but a week, perhaps because it was one week today, hasn't done much to soothe the pain.