my baby boy

say goodbye to these
butterfly eyes
and pirate dreams
my baby boy is gone

seventeen years
from birth till death
i watched him grow
into a golden lion
he was a good friend
faithful, classy, and independent
he was always right there
when i needed him
i talked to him
and he talked to me
love is it’s own language

he was lazy and majestic
the king of his castle
all my other cats
and even my dog(s)
knew he was the boss
and every morning as soon as i
opened my bedroom door
there he was
walking up and down the hall
meowing for food and attention
mostly reserved
yet sometimes feisty
he was the leader of the pack
and with those quiet, piercing eyes
he watched over us all
i’ll always remember you, scratchy
my baby boy

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