Orville (right) - June 1980 - October 1997
This is a poem I wrote for my mother when it became necessary for her to have her cat of 17 years put to sleep. I don't write many poems, particularly along these lines, but my mother liked this so much, I'm taking a chance. I realize she is my mother and is not going to be as critical as others might be, but I do think you might like it if you have lost a pet you loved dearly.
| Madeline (left) - October 1977 - June
1990 Orville (right) - June 1980 - October 1997 |
Max - June 1983 - November 5, 1999 |
Joe - June 1993 - October 22, 2004 |
For Orville
At the window looking out, what do you see?
Is it the birds, or the rustling grass?
Are you wondering what your next life will bring?
Are you afraid?
We can't talk and especially now, I wish we could,
We would have much to share.
I would like to know your happiest times,
To remember them along with my own.
I hope you feel the strength of my love,
I can only hope you understand.
It gives me such pain to think that you may be afraid and
unknowing,
Feeling alone.
I have to believe there is a special place for fine cats like
you,
Though I wish it could always be with me,
I know that it can't be.
So, as you go away, I give you the touch of my hand.
This touch holds my love,
To stay with you wherever this journey leads.
©1997 by Polly Sharp
