Today at 4:02 p.m.
a message just came in again
regarding that failing kitty friend.
Oh, dear Chloe the dying cat!
We love you so, and that is that!
That was that, oh yesiree;
the 6-toed cat parts company.
Who knows where she next will be?
Oh, her stiff corpse was a sight to see
but of course it had to be.
We arrived, she was on the bed
in a favorite spot where Nature had led
she hadn’t cried or seeped or bled
thus heard not that word of dread
wisped from our mouths: “sh**, she’s DEAD.”