You appeared, as cats will,
out of nowhere,
years ago, adopting me
with gentle persuasion.
Today you returned to nowhere,
unless there is an afterlife for you –
– mice filled basements
with catnip deserts
and Bastet, goddess of cats
to caress and protect you.
You gave so much love,
and lived only to receive love
with such purring joy.
No bold adventurer you,
preferring a fence
in the sun,
greeting all who passed,
hoping for and always receiving
an ear scratch,
a neck rub,
a nose kiss.
You will be missed my friend,
not just by me
but by the many
you have touched
with your gentle ways.
The empty blanket on the bed
is your headstone
and these words
and tears
your epitaph.
Your empty dish by the door
won’t be filled tonight
nor will my empty heart.
Farewell Mr B.
sweetest and dearest
fur ball of love.
art rat cafe 
I’m sorry about this, John. I Hope the best of Mr. B. continues with you. Mr. B. inspired a beautiful poem.
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You know my ‘Like’ on the post was for the beautiful poem, not the event. Sometimes, Like doesn’t work very well.
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Awwww you poor thing. 😦 Sorry about your kitty.
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Your love for Mr Bunbury made him a happy cat, he was right to adopt you.
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What a beautiful, kind, wise face… How wonderful to have had him in your life! Here’s wishing him – and you – that peace, John.
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They adopt us and make our life different. We let ourselves to be adopted, not even realizing how much more we needed that, how so much more than…they did. And when they leave…to another, probably greener hunting fields, there’ s that excruciating emptiness and so much sadness around and any words fall flat to dry tears. We have memories…about selfless love that have made our life better. I am truly sorry, John.
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tears…tears…tears……..
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I am so sorry for your loss of Mr B. One never knows when a set of paw prints arrives how much they will touch our lives. Or how much of a void they will leave when they are gone.
He was a very handsome cat and I hope the years of happy memories will comfort you at this sad time.
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nice homage.
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I’m very sorry to hear that, John. I know how hard this is. He left on a very symbolic day. May 1st. I think Mr. Bunbury joined the blossoming flowers and will bloom forever…
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Oh I feel your loss my friend. But what a blessing to have had such a friend! When I lost my whiskey drinking greyhound Flash, someone told me not to be sad or selfish because he had to go spread his love and charm elsewhere. Sounds like Mr. Bunbury was a charmer too.
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Most ancient Egyptian households had mummified and stuffed cats preserved in their households. I mean bazillions. No archaeologists seem to know why or have any theories. To me it is very obvious. In times of famine when grain was stored or even in normal times the rats destroyed the food esp with feces and the cats were the exterminators and hence prevented starvation and the ruination of food.
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The loss of a beloved pet is sad indeed
Hansi
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Aw… I’m sorry for your loss. My cat passed away twenty-six years ago and I still miss her.
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