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| A Tribute to Master's Cat... |
| A Friend Today... |
| I looked for a friend today, Asian Leopard and Tabby. I bought a friend today, Life happens that way. I tired to name my friend today, Maybe I'll name him tomorrow. I named my friend today, After my idol I would say. Elvis is one year old today, A cake, a candle, a holiday. Decorated for St.Paddy's Day, Luck of the Irish I would say. I took his picture today. Like many other days. My friend is two today, He's on the road this day. We are on an adventure today, Life happens that way. I leash trained my friend today, We went to the park to play. He seen a squirrel today, I let him and the squirrel play. I saved the squirrel today, Rough is how my friend plays. I walked my friend on a Great Lake today, Our old home was far away. We walked to a sandbarge today, Took a picture to far away. We headed South today, Our dream was still far away. I took him to the park today, It's just another lovely day. We got us a new home today, Another park is one block away. We go to the park everyday, That's where we like to play. I let him run free today, I called, he came, he would stay. My friend is sick today, He's only three. I cried today, I tried today. I see a spirit fly today, It's my friends I'm sad to say. Strong willed was yesterday, Bound by death is today. I reflect on yesterday, How wild and free he was that day. I'm praying today, Is just another day. I prayed yesterday, It's just another sad day. I'm crying today, My friend fights for another day. I'm sad today, I'm mad today. I'm sad today, Too sad to be too mad today. I watch my friend stumble today, I pick him up and carry him today. I hold him today, Waiting for him to be on his way. I told my friend I love him today, While rushing to the hospital today. I told my friend it was ok, While I wait to see if it will be today. I got the dreaded call today, My friend waited until I was away. I cried today. |
| This is dedicated to Elvis Presley Childress. Born on St.Partrick's Day 2000. At just three year's old he developed a serious heart murmur.Elvis was the first pedigree cat I have ever owned, and only the second, I have ever had. But do you own a cat? I doubt that. I believe that they own us, and we are blessed to share our lives with them. I say this, and I can testify to it as well. The only two cats I have ever shared my life with are unique in their own way. Spooky who preceeded Elvis, was laid back. So laid back you could carry him by his hind legs, upside down, and he wouldn't fuss. You could cradle him in your arms like a baby and he would sleep. Spooky lived to be ten before his kidneys failed. It's ironic that I had to put him to sleep. Why? Because in order for him to live, I had to be his mother, and feed him. Perhaps that's why we were so close. Elvis is another story. He wasn't the first of his litter I picked out.But when I met him as he grew to be 6 weeks old I fell for him. Not because he had the better marking's of his breed, that was his brother. I picked him because of his spirit. He was beating up both of his brother's at once. He was king of his jungle. I named him Elvis. I wonder id I should have named him Merlin. Maybe he would still be heathy. Like his namesake, Elvis had his life cut short. He died while in his prime.Elvis is the wild child. Loves the forest and climbing trees. Likes to chare rabbits, and squirrels. He was brave. Walking out on the sandbarges of Lake Erie.He wanted to chase the seagulls, but there was too much water between him and them. Lucking for them. Elvis and I traveled across the country with Pam. I dragged him along, chasing a dream. Of a richer life. At this point I still chase that dream. While Elvis has left. He was strong and fought it. To day I rushed him to the hospital with respiotory arrest and an acceleorated heart rate. In the park I speak of, there is a group of small bushes, with slender trees next to the playground. He loved that spot. He liked to roam in and out of the bushes. Like the Asian Leopard,Elvis was the wannabe big cat trapped in a small cats body.He was as wild as he could be. I have gotten many deep scratches from his temper. I have even been bitten a few times.Some say they would have killed or beaten him down for such an act. I praised him more often than not. I always wondered what the prowler would do when he met up with Elvis. Elvis could leap up vertically 5'7". Elvis showed little fear of man. He loved dogs too it seems. He never had a bad experience wirth a dog. I remember the Lab in our backyard fence in Michigan. He and Elvis stood nose to nose. Hell when we went to Chicago, he met two huge dogs.They loved him like a brother. He was good with cats, until we headed East and I left his sibling behind. While Elvis loved dogs,let another cat come around, and he was ready to throw down.He scared many cats away. Even as Elvis is dying, he stood ready to throw down with yet another cat.The Vets cat, of all cats to pick on. Elvis again left the building. On June 30th, 2003, Elvis passed away at 8:50 pm. He fought to live until we were apart. Before we parted thouh, I told him I loved him, and that is was ok to go. His gift to me was to wait until, I could not wit ness how he died. Robert Childress copywrite All Rights Reserved |
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| The Life of Elvis... March 17, 2000 ~ June 30, 2003. |
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