Bill, I called Peter Bates to let him know about Reggie's death, too.
Here is a poem I wrote a while ago about the "dead cats" I have known and loved.
So sorry about your loss.
Poem follows.
PRAYER FOR THE CATS
On a spring day, I prayed for a cat
going
into decline,
his
paws unable to hoist the bones,
even
his voice stretched thin.
Then I framed a golden
cat
on my wall, focusing
imagination
on the grace of a
striped animal
prowling the savannah.
I
have groomed the long haired Himalayan,
played
hide and seek as my red tabby
jumped
at my ankles,
full
of glee.
No doubt my
prayers for cats go deep
in April when the Siamese died twenty
years ago
and
we buried him in rainy earth.
When I am
alone at night,
the
cat ghosts come and guard my bed,
their eyes
shining green lamps
in
the darkness.
I
gather them close.
--Carolyn Gregory,
published in Bellowing Ark
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