In memory of our
beloved little cat, Jaya, who died 30/12/1999 after spending only ten months
with us.
‘A good cat gives its life for the family and so is
not reborn.’
(Buddhist proverb)
He was fragile and frightened,
A young cat uncared for,
A bag of bones fretted with falling fur,
Went for weeks without food,
Lapped water from wells,
Cowered under cars,
His rough coat ragged with tar.
He was battered and broken –
We hurried him home,
Coaxed him and caressed him,
Cringing beneath our bed,
Weak from beatings and wounds,
From sorrowful sores.
We nurtured and nursed him,
Made sure this waif was well-fed.
He grew happy and handsome,
Seldom strayed from our side,
Slept on our sofa,
Woke us each day at dawn,
Then ravaged by cancer, in silence
He suffered and died.
He suffered and died.
We loved him and lost him.
Pray he will not be reborn.
COPYRIGHT (C) 2010 J D FRODSHAM
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