I stood by your bed

I stood by your bed last night
I came to have a peep
I could see that you were crying
You found it hard to sleep

I whined to you softly
As you brushed away a tear
"It's me, I haven't left you
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here

I was close to you at breakfast
I watched you pour the tea
You were thinking of the many times
Your hands reached down to me

I was with you at the shops today
Your arms were getting sore
I longed to take your parcels
I wish I could do more

I was with you at my grave today
You tend it with such care
I want to reassure you
That I am not lying there

I walked with you towards the house
As you fumbled for your key
I gently put my paw on you
I smiled and said "it's me"

You looked so very tired
And sank in to a chair
I tried so hard to let you know
That I was standing there

It's possible for me
To be so near you every day
To say to you with certainty
"I'll never go away"

You sat there very quietly
Then smiled, I think you knew
In the stillness of that evening
I was very close to you

The day is over
I smile and watch you yawning
And goodnight, God bless
I'll see you in the morning

And when the time is right for you
To cross the brief divide
I'll rush across to greet you
And we'll stand side by side

I have so much for you to see
Be patient, live you journey out
Then come home to be with me

Beautiful! Brought a tear to my eye, Thanks for posting this.
Paula

You are welcome, it also made me tearful....but it also helps!

That is sad but happy.brings a tear to my eye.

Bernese
xx

Thank you for this, it is so beautiful.. My parents had to put my elderly cat to sleep today, and I didn't get to say good bye. I have not felt much all day, I guess I was in denial, but the tears are coming now. I had lived through difficult teenage years, and for a long time this cat was the only one who seemed to love me and want me. He was there, always, warm and soft, I used to cry into his beautiful coat, and he would push against me, sometimes put his paw on my face. He couldn't speak but I knew he understood. I became allergic to him and that's why he went to live with my parents. He kept me going through the darkest years.   I wonder if he knew how much I loved him and needed him.I didn't get say thank you and good bye.

Hi Soph

I know exactly how you feel.  Around about this time last year, maybe not that long we lost our beautiful ginger boy 'Simba'.  What a fantastic cat he was, always wanting cuddles and to be loved, followed me around, slept in our bed (sometimes drooling with excitement LOL) he really was great and I was and still am devastated that he was run over about 3 feet from our garden in the early hours of the morning - luckily a neighbour saw him before I did.  I still can't believe he has gone and although the pain gets a bit easier I get that ache feeling in my heart when I think of him.  I would do anything to have one last cuddle with him

I also had to put down my GSD at the age of 11 at the beginning of Feb and my Mums other GSD about 4 weeks later, she was only 5!  It is so difficult and although I have my 2 Rotts and 2 other cats they can never replace Simba, Axie or Pumba - I am so lucky with my animals and can only hope they all greet me when the time comes...if so I will not be afraid to go!

He would have known how much you loved him, in fact I am sure Simba still hangs around our house as things have happened...maybe your cat does too - I never got to say bye to Simba or my mums Pumba but know they knew I loved them with all my heart. 

I hope you feel better soon -x-

I have gone all goose pimpley (sp?) That was lovely I am sure it will help many who have lost their friends, I know it has helped me