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RSWells
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since 2001-06-17

Posts 2533

0 posted 2001-06-19 09:29 PM

Ol' Buster's on his last days,
The signs are plain to see,
He's movin' slow and can't far go
Not even for a pee.

In all my time in Texas,
I've Loved him like a son,
Left behind, abandon,
Been mine since '81'.

We've battled life together
Through joy and pain and strife,
Few've seen me cry or soar so high,
He's outlasted my wife.

I've tried to bring him comfort,
A warm refuge I stage,
His working eye imploring,
He's always thought me sage.

How say farewell my old friend?
Who's never shown us rage,
He thinks that I can help him
With the ravages of age.

The time he got all tore up
In the middle of the night,
I rushed him to the doctor,
Where he chose to show his fight.

Then there was the occasion,
I felt the need to flee,
He may have thought me crazy,
But followed loyally.

The near score years he's been here,
Some others have passed through,
Julie, Jack, Pat, Honey Bear,
Just to name a few.

Some of them were foolish,
Defined insanity,
Regardless of their antics,
Maintained his dignity.

Ol' Buster Loved the ladies,
You'd find him in their beds,
He seemed to have a preference
For long hair on their heads.

As I write it's raining
In the middle of a drought,
On heating pad life draining,
Too soon his time runs out.

By now you may have figured
Is it all as bad as that?
Pull yourself together,
You write about a cat.

Well let me tell you mister
And listen very clear,
I've known alot of people,
Whose passing I'd not tear.

With Buster goes a blessing,
Returned to God above,
This silent purring partner
Brought unconditional Love.
This was one of the first poems I wrote.
Written a year ago.
Buster departed this terrain a few months ago
But will never be forgotten.

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

1 posted 2001-06-19 09:36 PM

Oh man..ok....now I'm trying to type with tears in my eyes! A very fitting tribute to Buster! He sounds like he was a wonderful friend.

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

2 posted 2001-06-20 02:36 AM

I had the privilege of getting to meet old Buster, and a pathetic hairball he was indeed, struggling the 5 feet from your desk on his heating pad to the food dish. One thing always comes to my mind was how he loved you and "came alive" when you came in the door, and started chattering away. Poor old Buster, and you know I mean that. I loved this poem before and cried, and I cry still. Hugs Richard, I know you miss that mangy old cat. Don't you think this looks like him (before he went blind, deaf, and lost his hair of course, poor old guy?)

~*~ Tell someone you love them today, as tomorrow may never come ~*~

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

3 posted 2001-06-20 01:09 PM

Hope you don't mind my moving this back up (for old Buster)

~*~ Tell someone you love them today, as tomorrow may never come ~*~

Kit McCallum

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since 2000-04-30

Posts 14774
Ontario, Canada

4 posted 2001-06-20 09:01 PM

Oh my goodness ... you've got me sniffling on this end for sure. This was a wonderful tribute to Buster. You captured so many of his wonderful qualities and traits in this piece ... its simply a treasure. Thank you for this sweet and sentimental read.

Best wishes,
/Kit

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