Thursday, 11 December 2008

In memorium: Leon Mordechai Groseph ? April 2003- 11 December 2008

You were 2 weeks old the first time we met,

Walking like a drunk, your ears still flat.

You scared me that first day, me not knowing cats,

So you became my dog as easy as that.

Many moments of calm whilst I tried to pee,

You’d jump on my lap and dig your claws into my knees.

Waiting in the sink in the morning, water on your head,

Dripped down your nose, filtered by your fur, but there was no lead.

You ate no fish, meat or fowl, refusing Thanksgiving inards,

I can’t understand why you weren’t any thinner

Hummous, vanilla ice cream, salted butter, chicken croquettes,

The plant that you loved but could never quite get

Fur black as pitch, with white roots and near invisible stripes,

Always so calm, never having a gripe

Suzanne came along and took your spot on my lap,

But you always head butted me for a midnight nap.

And then came poor Roger, your sworn enemy,

He became your companion, but never sharing me.

Under the covers at night, settling in the craddle of my arm,

You purred and dug with your breath all warm

Suckling my arm while spooning at night,

I rubbed your fat belly, your claws like mini knives

Leon the Peon, I’ll miss you my friend,

Thank you my Pooperface and see you again.


Beth said...

I'm so sorry. Your poem gives me such a vivid picture of what you have lost.

I'm glad you were able to compose it and share it. It's a beautiful memorial to a Fine Cat.

All my support and sympathy,

Pardon My French said...

I'm very, very sorry about Leon, and agree with Beth about the memorial poem. He was a great cat indeed.

Andi said...

Beautiful ode to a feline who clearly meant a lot to you. I am still naive enough to not even try to imagine my life without my Jessica.

Elisabeth said...

That piece was incredibly beautiful and touching. I am very sorry about Leon - he absolutely has to be in kitty heaven, and is looking down upon you. But, more importantly, he will forever remain in hour heart.

Leah said...

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about Leon! He really sounds like a special guy.

bibilamalice said...

Bye bye Leon... you made Reb realise how much she was craving to be a mommy... hope you're still feasting on catnip in kitty heaven.

wcs said...

Thinking good thoughts on your behalf.

Reb said...

Thanks for all the kinds words. I'm still very sad that my pooper's gone and can still see his litle face as I held his paw when the doctor put him to sleep. but I think we all feel relief - even Roger - after Leon's battle with lyphoma. We didn't realize how stressed and tired we were because of it.

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