My
Brave Natty Gann You came to me, that fine Autumn day Walking down that long, shaded drive. Right up to me you walked Sat yourself down on my feet Looked up at me, meowed as if to say "I am here now, what needs to be done?" You were my little shadow There at the barn Little black cat, with your white toes Always at my feet, helping me do my chores Fearless you were, around the horses In and out of the stalls Under the hooves and bellies I nearly called you shadow For everywhere I went, everything I did You were there. But your Brave little soul |
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I feared for you So home you came with me Your days of being a 'barn cat' over. You had a new job Protector of my home Guardian of the future kittens to come Healer of troubled hearts. You gave of yourself freely Your kind spirit shining through. When your sick little brother, Dexter Came to live with us You took him under wing And as I nursed his sick body You nursed his unsettled spirit. Such a friendly little cat you were Loving company Always needing to be In the middle of guests or family. Climbing into laps, sitting there Quietly purring. And such a flirt! Loving the men folk Lying in their laps looking up Gazing into their eyes Making those 'goo-goo' eyes Until yours glazed over! |
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My tiny guard cat Always alerting me when Someone knocked at the door By that low, rumbling growl. I believe you would have taken on a Grizzly If you felt you needed to. And the time just a few months ago When smoke began to fill the kitchen From something burning on the eye Three times you came to me Meowing incessantly and Walking toward the back of the house Away from the smoke Three times you came until I Acknowledged your alarm And followed you to where you Deemed was safe. That unique little body With your back end slightly higher And that tiny stub tail! The black fur that was longer Then the actual tail. That silky black fur that feathered off And I call it your 'tail feathers'. |
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That little body that set
you apart From the other cats Finally betrayed you and became Your undoing Your back legs deceiving you The confusion in your eyes when You had trouble walking But always, always your brave spirit Shining through Pulling and tugging With your front legs until You were standing And walking. The countless times we did 'Physical therapy' Me massaging and pushing on your legs Forcing you to push back To help them become stronger. But even with all of our work And your determination We could not hold back the Ravages of time And it became time for me To let you go. |
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My dear Natty I can't tell you how hard That was for me Or how much I miss your Gentle, loving spirit And your sweet, welcoming hello. Oh Natty, I am so Thankful ~ Sherry ~ ~||:-) June 16, 2001 In memory of Natty Gann |
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