In Memoriam: Leo, A Yellow Cat
If to your twilight land of dream--
Persephone, Persephone,
Drifting with all your shadow host--
Dim sunlight comes, with sudden gleam
And you lift veiled eyes to see
Slip past a little golden ghost,
That wakes a sense of springing flowers,
Of nesting birds, and lambs newborn,
Of spring astir in quickening hours,
And young blades of Demeter's corn;
For joy of that sweet glimpse of sun,
O Goddess of unnumbered dead,
Give one soft touch--if only one--
To that uplifted, pleading head!
Whisper some kindly word, to bless
A wistful soul who understands
That life is but one long caress
Of gentle words and gentle hands.
~ Margaret Sherwood ~
It's been about three weeks, Tom and I honestly think that you went off to die because you would have been back long before now if you were somewhere else, and you were very old and sick with injuries and tumors to boot... I only knew you for the last three years but I loved you for most of those after you decided you were going to adopt me even if you didn't want to be my full time cat.
I love you always O'Malley.
-Your human. The one you actually chose. Thanks!