Did they act so foolish, would they laugh at my pain?

I feel so lost; it’s pure, pain like a bee’s sting,

Sadness pulls me though that gate.

My cat had neither nine lives nor even eight,

His sounds never to be heard again.

On the Vet’s cold steel table I did see myself

Two body parts in half, such obvious hurt and distain.

My happy cat’s meawh is missing!

Nor any scratching or growling at my door.

So sad is the silence that cries out to me.

As I feel his missing sounds more and more.

Why did they do this foolish thing?

I kissed his cold cold lifeless cheek, like a captured dove,

A beloved cat like Bullet’s, rare fast, reserved

He was full of joy and surly loved, my very own.

He’s gone and I am not the same, I am alone.

Bullet’s uncompensated the same as I am too

My dismay, anger, grief and absolute heartbreak

Of my beloved lost pet, no Poetic justice at all.

Tortured for nothing, and left without a meaowh

The silent voice of all murdered martyrs cry out.

I cannot hold on I proclaim the lost meowh!

Shocked with awe, as he was tortured for naught

A better theory altering the contours not wrought

A catastrophe of crude design, to me is brought.

I cry out in pain, the keeper of the cat’s meow.

The lost of my beloved cat “Bullet” who was

Savagely murdered for naught.

The assumed Satan worshippers baiting him

Like a fisher’s line trolling through the night.

overwrough by pain I do to you confess.

My emotions and grief’ are fully connected

The meow of my cat missing, murdered in the night.

Goodbye my dear my beloved cat, sleep till

That time when we are united again.

Only God Knows when I’ll hear that familiar

angry cat’s meowh, lonely cat’s meowh, happy cat’s meawh,

caring cat’s meaowh and my loveable cat’s prrrrrrr.