My son surprised us all by writing the following poem the night he learned of Mr. Cat’s death.
Dedicated to Al, Alison and Mr. Cat
Now your lives
have both gone yonder.
with your light, fluffy fur
the color of dirt.
Even though you might have died
you’ll never be forgotten;
somewhere deep inside,
I’ll never see you as rotten.
I know that you are happy
Now that you are up in the sky;
but every time I think of you
I always start to cry.
By Mac Milner Francini, (my son) Age 11