Poem for cats

By an unknown guest poet; this version from petsandpeople.com.au (with small edits)

And God asked the feline spirit,
“Are you ready to come home?”
“Oh, yes, quite so,” replied the precious soul.
“And, as a cat, you know I am most able
to decide anything for myself.”

“Are you coming then?” asked God.
“Soon,” replied the whiskered angel.
“But I must come slowly,
for my human friends are troubled—
you see, they need me, quite certainly.”

“But don’t they understand?” asked God,
“That you’ll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is … forever and ever and ever.”

“Eventually they will understand,”
replied the glorious cat.
“For I will whisper into their hearts
that I am always with them
I just am … forever and ever and ever.”

With special thanks to Gillian Burgess, whose secular, cat-free adaptation
solemnised Criffin Wyandotte’s recent funeral. Photo by Pexels Free Photos.
Any information on the original author would be gratefully accepted.