Renoir

I lost one of my beloved pets today;
not one minute did he stay into this February day.
He slept comfortably in his owners lap
and slipped into Death as if it was a nap.
By the stroke of midnight, he had gone
and will be in his new place before the light of dawn.
He was benevolent and a tad bit sprite;
he would lay prone on his back in the morning sunlight.
He radiates love from large amber eyes
which never stopped even after he dies.
He was born within this house, into my own hand
and never left his home until Death's demand.
I will love my black and white cow-cat wherever he may be
and I am glad it was our hands of love that set him free.

I love you, Renoir! You were a good kitty and I will miss your sweet presence, especially in the morning while you wait at the door so patiently and routinely. I hope you had a great life! Your name sake was a French artist that died of starvation and exposure; I am glad that you died loved, plump, and at peace in your own home.

Rest in peace, sweet kitty!
Renoir
03/05/1998 at 5:55pm - 02/01/06 at 12:00am