Oscar Poem by Ima Ryma

Oscar's been with us for a while.
The nursing home is his home too.
With that friendly whiskery smile,
Through the halls with his cats eye view,
Friendly with all the residents,
He makes his daily check in rounds.
When he does extend his presence,
Making soft, soothing, purring sounds,
Curling up on the bed beside
One of us, then all others know
That quite soon, that one will have died.
Time for goodbyes before it's so.

Oscar's here now curled up with me,
Helping let death come peacefully.