| ALWAYS IN OUR MIND by Helen Dowd, Canada
Each and every cat, which has ever owned a human being, holds a
special place in the heart of its person. Some cats are just ordinary. While
their presence may add serenity, or comfort, they have no, never-to-be-forgotten
memories. When this kind of cat passes on, another such cat easily replaces it.
Although I can remember every cat
that has ever owned me, and name each of them, recalling what stage of my life
they entered and left, there have been only a few who have left such indelible
an impression on me that their memory lingers on and on.
A cat we had a few years ago is
just such a cat. Her name was HONEY.
Honey, Honey, you have left us; of
your presence, you’ve bereft us.
But your memory will linger:
always ours—one-of-a-kind.
In the evening, while we’re
sitting, maybe reading, maybe knitting,
We imagine we can hear you,
creeping on us from behind.
Then we realize you can’t be.
You, a better home did find.
It is all, just in our mind.
When you came you were so
frightened--but our lives you surely brightened.
But you left us that first
evening; out the window you did climb.
Then next evening we were
sitting--he was reading, I was knitting--
We imagined that we heard you,
creeping on us from behind.
Then we realized: it can’t be.
No. Your old home you did find.
Perhaps it was just in our mind.
But that night while we were
sleeping, you upon the roof came creeping.
It was then that you did choose
us: you were ours--one-of-a-kind.
From then on when we’d be sitting,
he’d be reading, I’d be knitting--
We just knew that you would join
us, creeping on us from behind.
Then we realized you loved us.
Honey, you your home did find.
It was not just in our mind.
Honey, Queen of kitty litter,
Grand Monarch of every critter:
You would see that all obeyed
you--dog, cat, bird, and humankind.
But whenever we’d be sitting,
watching TV., reading, knitting,
You would condescend to join us,
creeping on us from behind,.
You had realized you loved us.
You, with us, your home did find.
You always kept this fact in mind.
In the garden we’d be digging, or
some project we’d be rigging:
We would see you there, just
watching, looking on us, so sublime.
But if ever we’d be sitting, maybe
reading, maybe knitting,
We’d expect that soon you’d join
us, creeping on us from behind.
Oh, we realized you owned us.
Home was yours and ours combined.
This we had to keep in mind.
Honey, though we’re sad you left
us, and of your presence you’ve bereft us,
In your fourteen years you gave
us, sunshine, pleasure, joy, combined.
Now whenever we are sitting, maybe
reading, maybe knitting,
We still feel that you are near
us, watching us, somewhere behind.
Yet, we realize you can’t be.
You, your final home did find.
But you’re always in our mind.
©
Helen Dowd
Helen has written other articles for the Daily Mews
which you may like to read. http://www.thedailymews.com/articles/tailofblindcat.htm To read in Baby's own words what life is like as a blind cat, click here Go visit Helen's wonderful website: www.occupytillicome.com
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