Thursday, 10 May 2012

Ode to Billie Jean - Our Feline Queen


Billie Jean - our feline queen

sleeps contented - dappled sunlight bathing her amidst the rosella bushes

A ginger tiger, leaping so fine

Purring so proudly, cat friend of mine

Family with Trish since 12 weeks old

The outdoors and garden where she slept and she strode


The age of 19, not good for this cat

Fits, infections, eye popping out, losing all fat

A heart wrenching decision to curtail suffering

Putting her down life’s cruellest ending


The kindly cat clinic receptionist to a vacant room ushered us  through

Our watery tears hidden from public view

“is it time up for this little Lady?”asked dear Alison the vet

We nodded and stroked Billie Jean filled with regret



Billie had a tube inserted into the vein

Alison  placed our loved cat on Trish’s lap numbing the strain

Into the syringe the purple liquid like lava down the tube flows

Billie’s head drops  and sudden death shows



 “she’s gone” Alison caringly remarks after checking her heart

The silence of sadness speaks of no more

Purring, or dribbling, or patting  or leaping into laps

Wrapped in a sheet and placed in a Robins kitchens bag

We brought Billie home  and busied ourselves preparing her place

Burying her under the rosella bushes

Farewell  Billie Jean – our feline queen

sleep forever in your paradise



RIP 10th May 2012

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