03/07/2014
A Tribute to Miss Daisy
(with apologies to Garrison Keillor, from his poem,
“Meiko Tribute” June 8, 2013)
She was very old, our old dame,
Our cat, ~ 16, Daisy, was her name.
On Wednesday she was not herself at all.
She lay, her face turned to the wall
Silent and subdued
Sunday, she did not touch her food.
On Monday she paced back and forth
Across the bedroom floor
And did not brush our leg or purr
Or make a sound. I petted her
And she seemed very far away.
I knelt by the bed where she lay
And felt desolate and sad
And told her, Good cat, good cat
And then this delicate creature
Of an affectionate nature
Curled up by my side
And waited for the vet’s melancholy ride
To our house where with gentle affection
She was given the merciful injection
As I stroked her and said,
"Good cat. Sweet cat."
And she lay down her head
On my lap
And took her nap.
We miss her gentleness and grace,
Her brilliant emerald eyes, the deadpan face,
The tail flicking where she lay
In a square of sun on a summer day.
Is it childish, to feel such grief
For an animal whose life is brief?
And if it is foolish, so it be.
She was gracious and fun company,
And we miss that gift
Of cat affection while she lived.
Her sweet civility.
A cat has a lot of utility
And beauty is beauty: that's
Why the Lord created cats.
We miss our cat of 16 years
And if you'll sit down by my side
I'll scratch you up behind your ears
Until you are well satisfied
And then bring you a plate of fish
And figs and dates fresh off the tree
Or any treat that you may wish,
In our old cat's sweet memory.
Lullaby little Daisy, wherever you're at
May you lie in the sun and be loved by someone
May you curl up and rest, with a quilt for a nest
May you run, may you leap, and be young in your sleep.
