An old man's prayer for his cat ...

So many years ago she came to me, a trusting tiny ball of fluff that climbed on my leg to play and sleep upon my lap.  

For all those years and still, we share our joys and love; but now both are grown old, and soon must die. Her eyes, like mine, are clouded and would no longer serve to catch her prey. She would not understand the missing saucer, the cold hearth and empty bed, nor bend her ways to suit some stranger’s house.

Pray, take her first, Oh Lord, that I may see her resting safe beneath the apple tree that once she loved to climb with such agility, beyond my reach.

I shall grieve with understanding ...
then anyone can bury me.

.......... Author Unknown

submitted by Michael Kolonel, Newfoundland, Canada

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