Two months ago, we also lost a cat that lived with us 12 years ... It was so sudden and cruel - even in the morning she was running and flippers to us, then suddenly the evening began to feel bad, and in the morning has died, we do not even time to drop off her vet ... Very well understand why your feelings and condolences ... After the death of our okshki we found on one of the forums wonderful poetry mistress, who also recently lost her cat: in translation, of course, they lose a lot, but the sense of hope remains...

I thought - I'm running field
Not to feel the grass on the legs:
I do not remember any pain ..
Death was - one big smell.

I remember the sky
and as Ancient Cat diverse
Dusted himself off, and went as the map.
Not as earnest as I - Wild
To see that there is
On the pavement.

And then the smell of honey and mint
I flew into the grass on the ears
And decided that in the new life (ninth)
I will be the same that in past only better.

I was kitten not beleiving in the tales
And then forgotten - like we all forget.
There is always wide open door
This place is called Paradise.

Cat paradise - until the last outskirts -
Grace to those who settled here.
But too grieved for me my master -
I almost immediately back to be born.

All limp from surging boredom -
Walked the Paradise in search of home
And buried in someone's warm hand -
Hands smelled strangely familiar.

Do not remember the face and painting -
Only hidden face in the collar dress.
There was peace and quiet kindness ..
And then we met the brothers.

It was the sun (just not in the window)
Golden, like a fish on a platter.
And we were here - the general cat.
And we, of course, have the general masters.

We casually with older cats
Came out in a circle - measure their strength.
Me and purring kitties is gentle,
Because I'm big and beautiful.

It is always warm, and clean and dry -
There is no rain or snow storm.
I once broke up, then Gray's ear -
Healed, and regret not yet.

Grey is cool, he probably died in the fight.
Grays - exactly my brother.
At night he dreams about all the dogs.
He growls at them in his sleep, but not much.

I also dream, I flee
Field.
Every blade of grass -
Different.
Maybe everyone chooses
Free? ..
I'm just a cat, I -
I do not know