A Passing of Wisdom

That a cat could provide a stabilising constancy
for a family where flux is part of normality.
Ahead, always in his simple needs:
One cat, once beautiful grey, now dead.

Never had we envisaged this wise feline:
Patriarch to young, some of whom were cats,
Never, in sixteen years of hunting time;
Never believed he could fall like that.

Cats before have gone this way,
But never our Mog - he was too wise,
To sleep at night and through the day,
Not catch a car's unwise surprise.

One day to sleep the sleep that pulls
One down and through this mortal veil,
To sigh once more, exhaled to full
And flicker a goodbye tip of the tail.

But somehow I felt your time was near,
I think you sensed it too;
Perhaps you knew, thus allaying fear
of death; fate beckoning you.

To walk the path that seals your life
of loving deeds, and influence.
No more vexations; no feline strife -
The car: a tool for confluence.

We say farewell, your path is yours:
The bonds of love in life unbound.
To prowl on world-enfolding paws
May your eternal mouse be found.