sharing your sadness, Mal -
I'm very sorry to read that Tubby has gone.
I shall walk in the Sun above,
Whose golden light you loved.
I shall sleep alone and, stirring, touch an empty place.
I shall write uninterrupted.
Would that your gentle paw could stir my moving
pen just once again.
I shall see beauty, but none to match
your living grace.
I shall hear music, but none so sweet as the
droning song with which you loved me.
I shall fill my days, but I shall not, can not, forget.
Sleep soft, dear friend, for while I live
You shall not die.
Michael Joseph