To Whitten
My little girl, The former mighty huntress,
How still and beautiful you are now
I thought you were half wild when you used to stay out all night,
But every mole and mouse was laid out for me.
Your way of showing love then; a cat’s cat
Your youth was vigorous. You were strong and robust.
How did you ever become fragile, underweight, feeble and old?
But I loved to have you finally purring quietly on my lap; a people’s cat
You both left me today.
My little fighter. You kept your ailing body drawing breath probably longer than it should have.
My little angel. Close to death you pushed your head into my hand so wouldn’t stop petting you.
Be at peace my special girl. You will always be in my heart.