Faith
The end was not a surprise.
These last few weeks are like a prize.
But then you become more confused.
When your suffering, we can’t refuse,
To deny you tranquility.
You are a precious kitty.
We’ll miss your meows when we try to sleep.
We’ll remember when you were able to leap.
We know you are heaven bound.
When you enter, you will make your sound.
Oh, your presence will be heard.
You will chase and catch a bird.
You will be a princess forever.
Our connection will never be severed.
You will strut with sass.
On the softest grass.
You will be loud.
As you claim the best cloud.
The end feels tragic, but you are no longer lost.
We know you’ve found peace, so we will pay the cost.
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