Goodbye

I heard his soft cry; begging me, and I came running to be by his side.

I held him just like I did my Leah until the last breath sweet he sighed.

Thus it is now in the pouring rain, thus in yet tender hearts pain.

I laid my precious China to rest beside Leah’s rose where he shall abide.

If God should allow little kitties in heaven, then it is my prayer that he is there.

I ask not much, but he once again feels the sweet gentleness of Leah’s soft touch.

Oh how he looked at me with his big green eyes, pleading, and wondering why.

And I too ask that question, why oh Lord must all the things I love have to die?

Oh his eyes how they looked to me for just some simple comfort to bring.

Much like the Crystal blue eyes when Leah’s last look said unto me; I will always love you.

If I thought before this house of mine was an empty and dark tomb.

How much more shall it be when I come home…come home to nothing but me?

I have always believed that you reap what you have sown.

Yet, I have cast nothing but seeds of love, and pray tell nothing but grief has grown.

I always thought that goodness begat goodness, yet it has only borne to me more strife.

Sometimes I now wonder…what the use of it is even in this moment being alive.

To some he is just a cat, and the connections you will never in a million years understand.

Yet I have always seen things in a different way, living creatures both big and small.

I see, and feel their spirits, and to everyone, and all things I have given my all.

So GOD, if you should let little kitties into your kingdom, then let this one with Leah abide.

For I watched in much pain and sorrow as he, like my Leah in the comfort of my arms slowly died.

Rest in peace sweet China…rest in Leah’s arms tonight.

J. Allen Wilson © 10/11/2009