Death Cat Poems | Examples
These Death Cat poems are examples of Cat poems about Death. These are the best examples of Cat Death poems written by international poets.
Amy cat passed
six days ago today…
FATE took her away
after eleven purrfect years
We offer this tribute with gratitude
for the gray tabby ninja with cattitude —
finis vitae sed non amoris
Buddy Whiskers
“Here Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Here, Buck, Buck, Buck!
Here, Buddy Whiskers!”
I was so sad when you disappeared
and even more when I heard a shot-
afraid my best friend might've been murdered0 though
I didn't want to believe the possibility, at first.
Then the day gradually came, that we had to move
I was sad I would never get to call to you from our window
and truly felt guilty leaving you in that depressing city
uncertain to this day if my fear was truly what happened to you!
Many years later, I still wonder
and continue to think of you
I know that kitties all eventually pass away
but you were so dear and important to me
if I could still watch your TV show, I would
Although it would be hard without you, my unique kitty!
Ode to my neighbor’s horrible cat
Disgusting behavior that little turd
Emphatically speaking I say that
Teary eyed for he killed my bird
One understands it is nature’s way
Couldn’t have let my parakeet live
All I could do was purple pray
That a dog will give him his
Teedee was our bird’s nickname
What a horrible death in vain
Ode to a crazy cat insane
The tame wildcat owned by my neighbour
Came at night, soft and guilty,
Plucking birds from their nests.
Blood and feather marked our porch
And the courtyard
We told the cat's owner about the killing
But night after night
The quiet slaughter continued
Until at last the prowling ceased,
And he was gone from our doorstep.
Days latter, he lay death
Curled in a corner
Of the neighbour's house.
Though he brought us discomfort,
My sorrow ran deep for the brief companion,
For a little while he lived among us
And left a hollow pawprint on my days.
( Poem of TODAY on 01.06.2026 )
cautiously treads ground
anxious over his ninth life
tastes the air with pause
Like the small bird in the garden tree
Its world full of startles, alarms, and fear
Its predators all around and ever present
The pulsing of the cat’s paw is always there
On the narrow human road of human fear
Satan’s demons and half humans are always near
Requiring constant vigilance to keep terrors at bay
From the shadows and darkness and death of the day
Angel’s and saint’s hearts always beat fast
Navigating the narrow road of fear
Listening and watching alert to all those who pass
Keeping God’s protective presence ever focused and clear
My parents said I could not keep the black, stray cat.
They explained our canary would not survive that.
Parents out, a sitter, and my four-year-old mind
let the cat in while hoping birds were numb designed.
I am ashamed to have plotted murder when four,
sad an innocent bird died cause I liked cats more.
The whole family loved that sweet cat, “Little Bit”,
plus, I swear, I never planned another death hit.
At twenty-two, I confessed to my family.
Shocked, they did say my child-self deserved a grammy.
Cats are an intriguing tribe.
They celebrate making the choice.
When you hear them, you catch the vibe
at the height of their Heaviside voice.
With lively reveling, they rejoice!
Cats are known for meditation
that mere humans can only surmise.
They devote much contemplation,
being both cunning and wise,
in choosing the one to die and arise.
So when you hear the bawl at night
do not rage or enter a snit.
It is this night they delight
in debating the worth of kith and kit
and contend themselves befit.
Humans contemplate immortality
in somber, immutable terms.
Cats view transition as formality
for it is death that life affirms
and only life that death confirms.
I cried looking in your
Inquiring tear ridden eyes
Cradled your soft paw
last Breath released your
Soul floating way
Helpless my dear friend
I can never imagine
Why a God would ignore
Suffering and Death
Even the cleanest of
Angelic creatures deserve
Better treatment
A plethora of emotions
Are flooding my
Universe of helplessness
Police and an Amazing Pet Rescue
Indiana Police received an Emergency Call,
Of animal abandondonment in a terribly hot car.
This is a great reminder for caring, pet owners all!
To not leave pets inside cars, that are hot as bubbling-tar.
Inside, the keys, still were in the red,hot ignition.
Found inside~ a deceased pet bull, found dead!
And a fluffy cat, near death in very critical condition
So pet owners, in summer, please you your head!
There was also a German Shepherd in that ‘car- toaster.’
He survived best, not wanting to die, to be flat as a coaster!
8/3/2024
morning meets a nurse of caring
for many years,
an aide who's burying
some unknown fears,
a neighbor's kitten
Nova left strewn
said--bury in--garden
where Pansy's grew-in.
life's roads all lives got
when life forgot and ought not
life's care for lives share
Where does death take them
those whom you love,
the physical self remains,
the breath stops and eyes stare,
their hearts can hear you no more.
No movement. not a wink,
no they are not breathing,
although they appear to,
they will not raise their heads,
and call your name.
Those moments are gone,
and just will be memories.
tears just speak of the love.
but emptiness remains,
and those opportunities that may
have been and not have been fulfilled,
some precious happy moments,
are tokens of their life that was,
the physical form bereft of that
spirit that I knew.
Is that what we call soul?
We shall never know.
The mystery will remain.
wonder where death has taken them.
On the passing our much loved Buster,
So hard to let go sometime!
Written 27/02/2024
A Cornered Rat
No matter what the enemy’s might.
The smallest of beasts will stand and fight.
Whether a cat or a mighty bear.
Confront him only if you take care.
For a cornered rat will stand and fight.
No matter what the enemy’s might.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Ask the cat, the old man said, she is in charge of me.
“Do you have a dime for us?” asked the family of three.
The cat stared them down, she was trained you see.
To save the old man from giving money to thee.
She is my savior, my heroine, my best friend, the old man said.
I hope we go together, for what would she do if I’m dead.
The cat yawned big and pawed a pattern out on his head.
Unconcerned about death, home, heaven or her cat bed.
Love given,
eventually brings sorrow,
to the giver,
I miss you whilst I'm living.
Little paws,
eyes that beg,
warm kisses,
not just a dog.
Moments held,
in my hand,
soft fur,
wet nose I felt.
Running free,
tongue hanging,
panting with joy,
running with me.
Playing ball,
leaves crunching,
pumpkins growing,
it's fall.
Winter looms,
warmed by the fire,
the first snowfall,
you'll go home soon.
My heart no longer beats,
tears from my pain,
stings my face,
heavens laying at my feet.