My best furry friend ran off to the stars
her silky coat left behind in my arms.
I washed her soft coat with tears of loss
I MISS her.

I cradle her still body and give one last hug
to send her on her way with love,
to dance with moonbeams and entertain
the angels with her grace.

One last time I wash her bowl and remember
her blue eys watching with patience
as I placed it before her. So elegantly
she dined - as if with Kings.

He pillow sits empty, still rounded
where she pressed it down to fit. Her
blanket flat and shapeless now,
without her presence.

How I will miss you my little friend.
You gave me such joy and filled
my life with your playful presence.
I miss you.

And if, someday, I find another cat
who touches my heart as you did, it will never take your place in my heart.
It will not be - you.