Friday, January 13, 2017
The Old Cat Died- Sir TigerTail of Bast - March 1996- January 2017
Ode to the Old Cat
That he was just a cat.
To me he was my Main Meow
And so more than that.
He was my friend for many years
Close to 21 at that.
From tiny kit to aged tom
Sometimes angel, sometimes brat.
His purrs strengthening my heart.
When I was sick he'd stay by me
He refused to be apart.
He was poppa to the fostered kits
And he raised them very well.
He loved them all and they loved him
As their grief for him does tell.
He loved us strong up to the end
Knowing his time was near.
With a last cuddle, caress and purr
He told us he loved us dear.
His love is branded on my heart
My very soul and mind.
My Main Meow has gone away
But his love he's left behind.
Sir TigerTail of Bast was here
He shared this life of mine.
Sir Tiger Tail of Bast is gone.
His love ever stays behind.
© phyllis griffiths 2017