Found this last night and hopefully it's ok to post as it does have the writers name on it. But I thought it a beautiful poem and sounds like what so many of us go thru either with a cat or dog. Cause we just can't seem to ignore them and we simply can't help ourselves.
One of the girls at work just lost her cat this past Sunday. She had the cat for 14yrs, said the she sat and watched while it was being born and take it's first breath. And Sunday she held it while it took it's last breath. She didn't come into work on Monday and has had crying spells all week. My heart went out to her for her loss and grief. But I'm gonna sit here and write the poem out for her and give it to her today because of course she is saying that she will never put herself thru that again. Well we all know how that goes don't we?
STRAY CAT
by Francis Witham
Oh, what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth, and food
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny.
While he, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.
He scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed.
He ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, oh Cat,
I'd willingly relive all that
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well...don't just stand there...Come on in!