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I'm trying to express
What I think I feel...
But the words don't seem to come,
I can't believe it's real.
It came on all too fast
And we didn't know
What was wrong inside you...
You hardly let it show.
We tried to fight this battle,
One we couldn't win.
Now you're gone, and I'm alone,
And the real heartache begins.
You were my wildest feral.
You grew to trust us so.
You were a joy, and such a love,
It's hard to let you go.
We have your Sweet Baby.
He's a part of you.
We'll miss you every single day...
Until our lives are through...
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Q'est Ce Que C'est, Mamcita?
I would ask her every day.
Where's your Baby? What's the matter?
Is everything ok?
I'd talk to her and she would answer.
Never was there no reply.
Now I ask, and there's no answer...
And all I do is cry...
The rest of the world may not get it...
How much one's heart can ache.
How the loss of just one sound
Can cause a heart to break...
If I had acted quicker
Before she got much sicker,
Is it possible that mass... it might have disappeared?
Because of it's position,
And her weakening condition,
They said that nothing more could have been done.
But I can't help but thinking,
And have this sinking feeling
That she might not have died, if I had jumped the gun.
And now I'm so distraught
Because I never caught
The signs that I now feel I should have seen.
She was much too fat,
And I foolishly thought that
Her not eating too much... was a good thing.
But hindsight haunts me now,
Because I made a vow,
In 1984, when Lilli died.
That I'd never neglect,
Or fail to detect,
The slightest thing, but I let this one slide.
Now all of the "could haves"
And a thousand "should haves",
They run through my mind, and haunt my dreams.
In my head I know,
It was her time to go...
But that's little consolation, it seems.
It's been 3 weeks today,
And the pain won't go away,
And the heartache of missing my sweet Mama cat.
The world's a sadder place,
When I cannot see her face,
And no amount of tears can change that...
A little less fur to clean.
One less cat to brush.
Who would ever think that
Could hurt someone so much?
One less box to scoop,
How could that be so bad?
It's a chore I never liked,
So why am I so sad?
A little more room on the bed
By my side each night
You'd think that I'd be happy...
But it just doesn't feel right.
It's a little quieter
Without her little chatter.
But that just makes me realize
That something is the matter.
For there is on less happy cat
When it's time to eat
With eyes so bright, and fur so soft,
And a face that's oh so sweet.
There is one less loving face
Who adored being brushed.
She'd rub and would go belly-up...
We loved that very much.
But what I miss most of all
Is the sound of Mama's cry
When she laid by my side to chat...
Then settled with a sigh.
For now she is no longer here
Three weeks ago she died.
And now each night upon my bed
Another Mama cries...