…Long Live the Warrior
I wasn’t there when she was born And I was not there when she died. In fact, I missed a chunk of the beginning And too much of the end. But we had a lot of time In the middle. I still will never be able To account for how quickly She attached herself To me. She was somewhere in the ballpark Of nine months old (Human years) When she plopped herself In my lap, Like her human sister would In later years. I was not a cat person Before her. But then it became impossible To consider my life Without her. She was a very furry cat. I would joke that she wasn’t born; She spontaneously poofed! into existence, And her fur was always there And it always would be. Even very recently, And I haven’t lived with her in two years, I found a large collection of fur Trapped behind books. She was special. She was unique. I reference her to myself All the time And this will never stop, And even this morning I modified another U2 song For her, A song for someone, Someone like her… She has died But she wil