Dear Queenie
Feel warmth from the elderly cat on your lap,
Her paws stretching up when waked from her nap,
Contentedly snuggling with low gentle purr,
But so little flesh now under her fur.
Always some hope that her health may return,
Though serious troubles have taken their turn,
Just let her be tranquil to pass from her ills,
Without all the trauma of any more pills.
The time is approaching, so shrunken her frame,
For her to be sleeping, relieved of all pain,
The vet who has helped her will answer the plea,
When she has shown clearly she should be set free.
Weep not. She will be at peace.
(I'm so sorry) x