Oreo’s Poem

If love kept you alive,
you would live forever.
I’m not ready to say goodbye.
Not now, not ever.

If I had my say.
You wouldn’t go away.
You’d stay healthy and strong.
And be right where you belong.

You wouldn’t get leaky.
You wouldn’t get creaky.
You wouldn’t grow gray.
Or start welcoming the grave.

We’d have many more cuddles.
And lots more nose nuzzles.
I’d hold you at night.
And we’d both sleep tight.

No cat in the world is better than you.
You were always there whenever I was blue.

Eighteen years.
A blessing every one.
Even those nights you were yowling before the sun.

Such adventures. Such scents. What a life that you had.
And I’ve got thousands of pictures–I might add.
Eighteen years. You got to do so much.
Hunt birds, explore woods, and come to accept touch.

You’ll never read this poem.
You don’t understand most words.
You understand actions, motions, and purrs.

But I hope that you know.
Before you finally go.
How much I truly love you so.

My love, my Wildheart, my precious putty tat.
You’re the best cat there is.
And that’s that.