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Author Name: Free1stresponsesecurity 1 Comments
Date Added: January 04, 2018 12:01:38 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
Category: Grieving & Loss Add To Favorites | Text Only
 
Francis 12/27/2017

 
 
Just two days past Christmas there was a quietness through the house 

Not a peep from anyone except this little old mouse


He was asking about a feline that would chase him to and fro


He kept asking and asking, "Where did this cat go?”


I explained to the mouse about the fate of this cat


About what had happened and where he is at


The mouse seemed saddened as he scurried off a book


Peering from the rear window, for his friend he did look


"My friend would chase me all around the house”


"I think you folks call it, Cat-and-Mouse”


"We’ve played this game for many, many years”


The old mouse stated as he fought back his tears.


Outside he ran to the fresh dug soil


Hugging the ground as he lay in a coil


Curled tightly to the earth from nose to end


I could hear him whisper, "Good-bye my friend”


"I’ll be meeting you soon”, I heard him say


And just like that..... he ran away


Author's Notes:
Francis was a feisty male cat that my wife had when we met. After marriage, she moved in with the cat in tow. I became very fond of this stubborn feline through the years. Over the past 10-12 months, his health had declined. I could not offer any suggestions, for this had to be my wife's decision. We took him to the vet and he told us both  what we knew was the inevitable. Francis was put down at the age of 19. The short ride home seemed longer than usual. It was very quiet. I dug a grave in the backyard as my wife held her little baby boy. After burying him, my wife went to the bedroom and remained the entire day. I was alone in my office thinking about all the good times Francis had and thinking that he had a great life. As I thought about who really misses our fur babies when they're gone, this little image popped in my head. You are missed, Francis...
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Comment By: FreeLinda Jo on January 9, 2018 10:58:40 AM Report
What a sweet and thoughtful dedication to Francis.  I like the humorous twist of having the poem written by the mouse. I'm so sorry...we feel so helpless when our animals get sick and we lose them. I think this little poem will put a smile on your wife's face! 





 


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