Your favorite chair is vacant now,
No eager purrs to greet me,
No softly padded paws to run,
Ecstatically to meet me.
No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cry
Will say it’s time for feeding —
I’ve put away your bowl
And all the things you won’t be needing.
But I will miss you, little friend
For I could never measure
The happiness you brought to me,
The comfort and the pleasure.
And since God put you here to share
In earthly joy and sorrow,
I’m sure there’ll be a place for you
In Heaven’s bright tomorrow!
At 3:00 Am on the morning of July 12, 2018, I lost the love of my life. I got Misty as a kitten. She was the runt of the litter. The farmer who gave her to me said that she probably wouldn’t last for a week after I took her home. He said to pick another kitten and let nature have its way with the run. But, I’m one of those who is always rooting for the under dog, or in this case the under cat. The runt was coming home with me.
I had Misty for 15 years, and I wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything. She came to me the day before my 43rd birthday, at a time when life wasn’t so great. Misty made life a lot more bearable.