Oh Mac. Mac.
We would not have wanted for you to die in such violent circumstances. You have left a gaping hole behind you. My heart breaks for the manner of your passing. It rejoices for the love and joy you brought to us, but we ache - God how we ache - for your passing.
This was a poem I wrote to celebrate your life - submitted to a poetry competition last month. Little did I know that it would form your epitaph.
Bless you, sweetheart.
MacBeenz MacSquee
MacBeenz MacSquee is no ordinary cat
He’s cunning and quick –
He’s lean (not fat).
MacBeenz MacSquee is a Ninja in training,
Whiskers alert, muscles constraining
The heart of a Lion residing within
The form of a tiger – the fur and the skin.
Exploring the bedroom
He’s fearless and fleet.
Better watch out – he loves bare feet!
Ready to pounce on an unwary toe –
Under the duvet, nothing on show.
But when it’s “lights out” he’s up for a snoozle
Snuggling down, asleep like a woozle.
Twitching and quivering, the Ninja breaks free
The Fierce - The Magnificent –
MacBeenz MacSquee!
You were - you are - magnificent. We will never forget the love and joy you brought to us, and the absolute devastation we feel at your loss.
Love you my little snoozler.
Be happy.
xxx