Today my family brought our 10 year old cat, Missy, to the vet. We had the impression she was in pain and recently she started to pee in various places around the house.
As soon as a veterinarian saw her he told dad there was something wrong and he would tell she had a tumor before he even opened her up, it was that big. It’s sad, but she died on the operating table.
In high school when she was young I thought to myself that she was that perfect size where she’s old enough to cuddle (and not a ball of energy) but small enough that she was still a cute kitten. The following poem struck me.
I post this in memory of Missy.
The Boy Who Wanted Too Much
He begged
and he pled
and he did things as such
To get a new kitty
The Boy Who Wanted Too Much
After owning a cat
for almost two and a half months
the boy thought to himself:
“I like my kitty
he is perfect in size
I wish him no bigger
else him I’ll despise”
And just like that
with the blink of an eye
appeared his fairy godmother
with some loose ends to tie
“It’s a wish that you want
and a wish you shall get
What I do for you now
please do not forget.”
“I’ll remember what you do
Fairy Godmother dear.
I think you already
for coming to hear.”
“Oh do not thank me
Thank the heavens above
It is they who have sent me
to comfort and love…
But let’s get back to business!
And back to your cries.
You wish on your cat
to not change in size”
Ali-zee, Ali-zoo
And an Ala-kazeer
With the flick of her wrist
She had gone, disappeared.
The boy looked around once
Noticed something was strange
He thought about moving
but his posture would not change.
“God damn that old hag!”
said the boy with a tut.
“She has frozen all time
I cannot get up!”
The boy wanted to cry
but a tear would not form
“Now that time is all stopped
I wish I hadn’t been born.”
But this time, the fairy godmother,
she did not reply.
But the cat wasn’t growing
so she did not lie.
GregPike.ca
Missy
