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Go Sweet Little Cat to Heaven's Gate
Go sweet little cat to Heaven's gate
where you will be met by my mother.
She loved you.
I feel her presence now, though by your side.
Her comforting hand must surely be upon you,
gently stroking your fur and reassuring.
The Journey is not so dark as it is unknown
to the unknowing and the frightened be not
since there is nothing to fear, only
eternal slumber from which we do not awake.
In waking time we fret and fear
and pray before the hand of Morpheus
gently rocks us,
but
we have not the control over Life and Death
and when Providence deems suitable, we will
be guided and take our place.
We pass into Memory, prized and shaded in
all its values.
