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Tue 23 Mar, 2004 11:16 am
Bluhipo just found this and posted it in "General". Thought I would pass it along. roger
A 14-YEAR OLD CONVALESCENT CAT IN THE WINTER
Gavin Ewart
I want him to have another living summer,
to lie in the sun and enjoy the douceur de vivre –
because the sun, like golden rum in a rummer,
is what makes an idle cat un tout petit peu ivre –
I want him to lie stretched out, contented,
revelling in the heat, his fur all dry and warm,
an Old Age Pensioner, retired, resented
by no one, and happinesses in a beelike swarm
to settle on him – postponed for another season
that last fated hateful journey to the vet
from which there is no return (and age the reason),
which must soon come – as I cannot forget.
Oh dear - trickle, sob...that reminds me of my beloved 14 year old Phoebe, who so enjoyed her last summer, with her morning ritual of perambulating the garden, sniffing the flowers - then sitting in the sun on the path, smiling up at me before I went off t owork...
Very touching little poem & a very familiar situation. <sigh>