Angel Cat

Squeaky got his wings today
And gently flew away.
For 16 years
He lived under the delusion
That he was merely a cat.

But today he found out
He was a feline bit of God.
A small compact bundle of love,
Disguised by multitudinous clumps
Of white and orange fur.

How lucky to have had him,
And the honor of his purr.
Thought he'd be here forever
But it was just a moment.
Should have remembered that.

Fur ball hide and seek,
Un-appreciated wake-up mews.
Dusting of cat upon clothing of black,
Kneading claws of ecstasy.

I will dwell on these minor annoyances for a while,
For if I remember the warm sleeping fluff in my lap,
The inquisitive paw and tilted head,
The jester with the string.........

I'm afraid my heart will break.