My sweet, soft, grey cat -
Rub, rub, purr, soft pat -
Loving friend and caretaker for many years;
Gone forever -
Memorialized in heart-broken, diamond tears.
Who will tuck me in at night
And gently purr me off to sleep?
Where is there another friend
Willing to take such a watch and keep;
Willing to snuggle into my hair,
Willing to scurry to always be there
For this bereft, so sad, eternally poorer me?
Mottle, dearest friend, where can you be?
Heaven? My heart? Are you that soft, soft
Whisper in the air?
You are all of these places, and more.
Any place Love dwells, you're there.
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