Normally, he would be here.
Supping with the rest of the pride.
Joyously filling his belly.
Now my eyes are full of tears,
For in the cold earth, lies his hide.
oh my poor beautiful baby.
This is the first night, in so many years.
The sorrow washes like a tide.
And I just try to hold steady.
His roar was a mewl of the sweetest affection.
Noble, pure, and innocent.
And with never a hint of any indignation.
He was the happiest when he could sit in my lap.
Purring so contentedly.
He would arch his back and mew in his own special way.
His name was Leon. But I called him Leo, Lion.
Another King among cats.
I love him so very much, oh how I will miss him.