"I have never felt that anything really mattered but the satisfaction of knowing that you stood for the things in which you believed and had done the very best you could." - Eleanor Roosevelt

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.
Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon replied the whiskered angel,
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled.
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.
But don’t they understand? asked God.
That you’ll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined? For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is… forever and ever and ever.
Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat.
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them.
I just am… forever and ever and ever.
Author unknown

7 comments:

twistedtexan said...

I'm so sorry for your loss. Losing a furry one is always hard. Sending hugs.

knittingitout said...

Oh, Eraser. I'm so sorry, Lisa. So sorry.

Leah said...

I am really sorry. It's very hard. xo

Amy Darsie said...

Oh, sweetie. I am so sorry for you loss. *hugs* I know how you feel, truly I do.

knitguyla said...

The poem is lovely but I wish I hadn't found it under these circumstances. I'm so sorry about Eraser. Love and support, Joe

Martha G said...

I'm so sorry, Lisa.

Lorette said...

Oh my dear, I'm sorry. The whiskered ones here send their purrs.