MEMORIES OF HEMINGWAY
I see them move in the shadows;
Just a glimpse, then out of my sight;
Sometimes it’s the white-tipped tail
That I see in the dark of the night.
The movements are quiet and fleeting;
I see them in nighttime and day;
They are figments of my imagination;
Sweet memories of our Hemingway.
For so long he walked down the hallways;
Each house that we knew was his home;
He was king of our castle wherever we lived;
Through each room on each level he’d roam.
Never asking for too much attention;
Just as long as he knew we were there;
Just a full plate of food made him happy;
He didn’t like his dish to run bare.
His “handshake” was really a “footshake”
He pawed on our feet to say “Hi”;
Then one day the time came to take him,
It was so hard to tell him goodbye.
So the shadows I see moving quickly
Just out of the reach of my eyes
Don’t scare me , but bring back sweet memories
Of Hemingway and then my heart
cries.
Hemingway was the cat adopted from the Humane Society by Mila Jo after
she came home from college and bought her own house. Terry shared him when they were married, and
he was the first pet Mikayla and Lorna knew in their young lives. He was the purrfect companion for their
family 1992-2004.
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