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- From: jm012b@uhura.cc.rochester.edu (Jeffrey P. Moon)
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- Subject: Re: Mother's sick cat
- Message-ID: <1992Nov19.015058.8946@galileo.cc.rochester.edu>
- Date: 19 Nov 92 01:50:58 GMT
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- In <9211190043.AA00572@rwasic27.aud.alcatel.com> alclark@rwasic27.aud.alcatel.com (Amy L Clark) writes:
-
- >We tried, but the pancreatitis that the vet said that Shalimar
- >(mother's Siamese) was accompanied by some strange type of
- >cancerous cells that invaded her blood. We took her to a
- >specialist, but there was nothing he could do. Shalimar was
- >only nine years old. My mother had to make the painful decision
- >to put Shalimar to sleep. We're all grieving for her. I feel
- >like I've lost a sister (I always told Shalimar that I was her
- >sister Amy). I wrote a poem for Shalimar since I didn't get
- >to say goodbye. It made me feel a little better, but not much.
-
- >I'LL MISS YOU SHALIMAR. THIS IS FOR YOU.
-
- >So dignified, but so lovable,
- >Like a gracious nanny,
- >Taking care of us kids,
- >As we grew older.
-
- >Gracing every room in which you sat.
- >Yet crawling into my lap to doze contentedly.
- >Sleeping underneath the covers with your head on my arm,
- >Your face next to mine-- like lovers telling secrets.
-
- >Talking to me-- demanding attention whenever you entered a room.
- >Purring with your head in my hand even when you're sick,
- >Trying to make me feel better-- not knowing it's for you I'm sorrowing.
- >Too dainty to miss the litter box-- even when you felt too ill to move.
- >Looking into my eyes,
- >Your pupils dialated to their fullest pouring forth your love.
-
- >Stretching to your fullest height,
- >Begging to be carried over my shoulder like a baby
- >And nibbling on my earlobe as I hold you.
-
- >You were the runt.
- >But were the strongest and most special of the bunch.
- >I'll still walk in the door and call your name.
- >Look for you in your special sleeping place in the closet,
- >Then remember you're gone and be sad.
- >But try to picture you waiting for me in kitty heaven.
-
- Deepest sympathies from me, Boots, & Coots (also Siameses). Our family lost
- two cats of old age in one year, and I understand the difficulty and the pain.
- We pray for your dear Shalimar.
-
- Jeffrey Moon
- University of Rochester
- New York
-