When our psycho killer cat, PeeWee, died, I wrote a poem for him. I had never done such a thing before, and now it strikes me as odd that the worst cat we ever had inspired me to write poetry, but there ya are. And here it is.
This is for Hugo today. One of our best ever.
He passed with a soft sigh
And a lowering of his head.
Not a whisper of sound and he was gone;
Too fast...too fast.
Never again will we see him, or hear him,
Or stroke the soft fur of his back.
But we feel his presence as we walk across the yard;
A small ghost following us through the grass.
We miss him every day at breakfast and dinner
And all those hours in between and after.
The house is silent now;
Only the sound of emptiness greets us when we open the door.
He passed so peacefully
That we feel no unease in our minds.
And we cherish the memories of a small creature
That lay curled in our hearts for so long.