For Freya.
Put the catnip mouse away,
Pick the toys up from the floor.
What was velvet shod and gay
Shall not want them anymore.
What was warm is strangely cold;
Where has gone that last faint breath?
How can something so very small
Hold so immense a thing as death?
Freya Kliban Jamescat
Born: unknown - in a back alley somewhere in Tacoma.
Died: 2 May, 2009 - here among the family she loved and captivated and who loved her.
Requiscat in Pace, Mom-Cat.
I am a better human for having had you in my life.