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Purrsday Poetry: An Elegy for Zane Pawgustine the Patient: a Fine Cat Indeed: Now the Lord’s Seal Point

Alas the Lord has taken you too quickly.
We all really feel so alone now that you just’re gone.
These empty hours go on and on and on
In mournfulness, my tears in silence strewn.

And such a stunning one ! A bless-ed boon !
A sacred pleasure for me to muse upon !
One of my tiny springs of Helicon:
You gained your little wings this afternoon.

How I bear in mind whenever you got here to us,
So full of concern, so anguished, so in ache,
Your valuable paw pads, all of the entrance ones scarred,
And the way you hid with such a tragic fuss.
Now I’m the one in ache. These hours wane;
You, now above us, within the heavens starred.

Author notes

In reminiscence of Zane Pawgustine the Patient. The veterinarian discovered fairly an horrendous tumor. I hope the remainder of the vacations aren’t going to be so unhappy. At least now he’s not in ache.

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