Though I know you’re gone

Still I strain ears to hear

The soft tap of paws across the floor

The bounce that heralds your arrival on the bed

The purr that vibrates as you snuggle in for sleep

I half expect the good morning meow

Demands for breakfast and ear rubs

Your eyes fixed on me, waiting for service

And once you’ve eaten, maybe a cuddle before I start work

I’ll miss you this Christmas

Your keen interest as I put up the tree

Knowing you’re about to indulge your yearly tinsel fixation

Finding the cool places to escape the summer heat

Goodbye Rameses

My wild child and best friend

You’ll like it in heaven, young and healthy again

I’ll see you when I come