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R.I.P. Our Motorcycling Friend
She's just a Cat
But she's always at the top of the stairs to greet me when I get home from work.
She's just a cat
But she has the softest fur I've ever felt, if it wasn't so morbid, I'd line a pair of gloves with her.
She's just a cat
But she hasn't ever clawed the furniture, oh, maybe the carpet once in a blue moon, but everyone has their moments.
She's just a cat
But she absolutely refuses to let a lap lie unused, the day we went to the shelter to let her find us, the second the attendant set her down, she jumped into my lap, lay down, and began to purr, has been there now for 13 years. The standing joke between me and the wife:"seen Lia?" Never hard to find her, just look down.
She's just a cat
But every night she gets into bed with us, comes to my right side, tucks in close to me, and lays her head and those great big front paws on my arm, and sends me to sleep.
She's just a cat
But today we had to say goodbye, after 13 years of shuffling our feet in the night to avoid stepping on her, cancer took her from us, and she could suffer no more.
She's just a cat
But this morning, as she lay in my lap, so thin and frail, once a robust 13 pounds, now barely 7, Lia stretched out a paw, and placed it on my wife’s arm, as if to comfort, and my wife and I just bawled.
She’s just a cat
But she's the sweetest critter one can imagine, and now she's gone.
She was just a cat, and my best friend ever.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
-Anonymous
In Memory of Lia, 1/4/94---10/13/07
A pic when I can bring myself to look.
But she's always at the top of the stairs to greet me when I get home from work.
She's just a cat
But she has the softest fur I've ever felt, if it wasn't so morbid, I'd line a pair of gloves with her.
She's just a cat
But she hasn't ever clawed the furniture, oh, maybe the carpet once in a blue moon, but everyone has their moments.
She's just a cat
But she absolutely refuses to let a lap lie unused, the day we went to the shelter to let her find us, the second the attendant set her down, she jumped into my lap, lay down, and began to purr, has been there now for 13 years. The standing joke between me and the wife:"seen Lia?" Never hard to find her, just look down.
She's just a cat
But every night she gets into bed with us, comes to my right side, tucks in close to me, and lays her head and those great big front paws on my arm, and sends me to sleep.
She's just a cat
But today we had to say goodbye, after 13 years of shuffling our feet in the night to avoid stepping on her, cancer took her from us, and she could suffer no more.
She's just a cat
But this morning, as she lay in my lap, so thin and frail, once a robust 13 pounds, now barely 7, Lia stretched out a paw, and placed it on my wife’s arm, as if to comfort, and my wife and I just bawled.
She’s just a cat
But she's the sweetest critter one can imagine, and now she's gone.
She was just a cat, and my best friend ever.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
-Anonymous
In Memory of Lia, 1/4/94---10/13/07
A pic when I can bring myself to look.