Can you see the paw print in the velvet of the chair?

this poem isn't very well done or anything, but it is my attempt to honor a soul that I have gotten to bond with over almost 17 years..so this is my little Purrfile in Power i guess. I have to put her down very soon, and only found out last week.




She's the apple to my bottom
Boots with the purr
Got a seat on her
Like it's fur-niture

Booty gave me one (read it: back)
> DNA or squats ever coulda had
"Me and you against the world;
Take it over! Narf! Egads!"

Whispered into her tummy
She's the Booty to my Clyde
When an f boy did me bummy
Needing to sob out a cry

Ever seen a full cloud silver?
How deep was that mining?
Imagine I was flat (backed)
I had been flat-lining

Cat nap-nea, if I coughed
She cleared the scene
So that I could breathe

Boots saved me from my coffin

My ankles will get cold
Without the friction of her fur
My heart moreso,
Yearning for that purr

She saved my life
Y'all can't fully get it
I stayed ALIVE for her

Thought I was a goner type dead
With a soonly wounded head
My own hand murderous murderess

She said no

I wasn't letting her slip bloody
In that aftermath shit show
But I will forever ask
Why's it her who has to go?

The Artist Formerly Known As
Tootie Fruity at the shelter
Will soon be "Formerly Known as Booty"
Too

My ride or die
Has ridden a long road
God blessed that brokenness
Dudette has abode....

This may seem to you
A silly little ode
But if you cried on my couch
She would lick your cheeks dry

I hope she evaporates them
When she sees me from the sky
I can't believe soon it will be
"Here my baby lies."

The very same one
Who waited by the door jamb
"Ladies first!" I'd have to say
And she'd look up at me, waiting

"I'm more of a broad, baby, you first!"
She'd peer up, winking
That one-gemmed face

One hazel eye with which to see
It contains galaxies of multitudes
An entire telepathic diaphanous infinity

When I see my historian now,
Nostalgic for those
"OHH-ohh MAYY-uhnn" meows...

I see past, present, future
Quantum time capsule physi-spiritual
Realities simultaneous

They hit me somewhere..subcutaneous

You know when you WITNESS
A heated up horizon?
How it SWEATS and SHIMMERS in waves?

I see her every state.

She is my baby,
My best friend Ace's baby too
I am truly barren; we are bereft.

We ARE what we have left

She has 4 sock paws, like dwarves
Snow white little shoe boot socks
Told her trust no witch

God will not be mocked

Booty thought it was an apple bottom
A bottom b*ntch would gift to me
But that was poisonous, Tootie Fruity!

Not a normal tree.

I'm not the best poet
I can't see straight
From this wavy grief

I hope seeing my forgiver
Without malignant pain
Will bring some relief

17 years I have been pussy-whipped
Prostrate at her feet
I may never feel complete

I bless God for blessing me
With my little pretty girl
He misses her for sure

So scamper towards tuna heaps
You won't be hungry anymore
A banquet awaits you, Booty

Please save a seat for me.