Exactly three weeks ago,
Two hours before dawn,
On a Tuesday like today,
You gasped your last breath
And left this world for the hereafter.
This is not a memorial,
And left this world for the hereafter.
This is not a memorial,
No photos,
No virtual tombstone bearing the usual cryptic markings,
No virtual tombstone bearing the usual cryptic markings,
Na da,
Nothing.
The gods who took you away,
Sometimes they do it for the creation of a new song,
Other times for the creation of a new poem,
Or a new post for the dead cat memorial blog,
Will get no such pleasure.
Nothing.
The gods who took you away,
Sometimes they do it for the creation of a new song,
Other times for the creation of a new poem,
Or a new post for the dead cat memorial blog,
Will get no such pleasure.
Not this time.
Let them kill all the cats in this household.
I'm done with memorial blogs marking the deaths of cats in this household.
Never again.
You were like a daughter to me.
They knew that,
Yet they resented it.
Why?
Because God is a jealous God.
Didn't you know?
Weren't you told?
You cannot love anyone or anything more than God.
You can, but there will be consequences.
Oh, yes, I can and I will,
Let them kill all the cats in this household.
I'm done with memorial blogs marking the deaths of cats in this household.
Never again.
You were like a daughter to me.
They knew that,
Yet they resented it.
Why?
Because God is a jealous God.
Didn't you know?
Weren't you told?
You cannot love anyone or anything more than God.
You can, but there will be consequences.
Oh, yes, I can and I will,
Consequences or no consequences.
Let them do their worse.
After all,
That is who they are,
That is what they do.
Let them do their worse.
After all,
That is who they are,
That is what they do.
